Classic Poem

In the Forum, one day, I was laughing aloud;
Little Calvus to hear, in the midst of a crowd,
Against all the base deeds of Vatinius exclaim;
And so picture, with voluble phrase, his ill-fame:
When, with uplifted hands, a sly wag archly cries;
“What vast wit, ye great Gods, in a small compass “lies!”