Neque Alexandrina beluata conchuliata tapetia.
Discedo Alcaeus puncto illius: ille meo quis?
Quis nisi Callimachus? Si plus adposcere visus,
Fit Mimnermus, et optivo cognomine crescit. Ep. ii. 2. 99.
‘At Rome, of all earth’s cities queen,
Men deign to rank me in the noble press
Of bards beloved of man: and now, I ween,
Doth envy’s rancorous tooth assail me less.’ Martin.
‘O servile crew! how oft your antics mean
Have moved my laughter, oh, how oft my spleen.’ Martin.