Martial: Lip: 5: Epigram: 18

That in December, when guifts fly
From this to that freind mutually
I nought but bookes sent, thou'lt judge thus
Perhaps; I'm avaricious.
Noe, know I hate those ill deceipts,
And crafts in Guifts, are like to baites
On hookes, wheron a flye would cheat
The greedier fish when it would eat:
And whilst a Poore man giveth not at all
Unto's rich frend, he proveth liberall.