76. The Poet's Award -

Now , Fortune, is this fair in you?
Here's one, no Parthian or Jew,
No abject slave, re-made as knight,
But Roman both by blood and right;
Learned in Greek and Latin, kind,
A trustier friend were hard to find —
Yet he was shivering, while in scarlet
Mule-drivers flaunt. You say " the varlet
Is guilty of a crime"? I know it;
A sad one too — he is a poet .
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Martial
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