71. The Toast -

A SEVEN-FOLD draught to toast Justina pour,
For Laevia six, and five must Lycas claim,
To Ida three are due, to Lyde four,
One draught for every letter of a name;
That spell should draw them, but, if vain it be,
I drink to sleep — he's sure to come to me.
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Martial
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