His Bookseller's Address

You that would have my books to fare
Companions with you everywhere,
Buy these that but one hand engage,
In parchment bound, with tiny page.
Your desks, your scaffoldings, bestow
On some majestic folio!

My books you'll buy — no need that you
The whole wide town should wander through. —
Where one Secundus lives apart,
Behind the fane of Peace, the Mart
Palladian — he my books that sells,
Lucensis' freedman — there he dwells.
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Martial
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