MARTIAL TO PLINY
Cum rosa regnat, cum madent capilli,
Nunc me vel rigidi legant Catones.
Come not with wine drops on the hair
To Pliny's gates,
To whom all earnest thoughts repair,
And quiet Wisdom entered there
His bidding waits.
When the rose is queen and the hair is wet
With wine and oil,
Read Martial's verses, and forget
That life is stern, and time a debt
To pay with toil.