91. On Domitian's Banqueting-Hall -

If I were called to diverse feasts above,
This way by Caesar and that way by Jove,
Though heaven were near, the palace far away,
These were the words that to the gods I'ld say —
" Seek some one else to be the Thunderer's guest.
I have my Jove on earth: je suis, je reste ."
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Martial
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