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You admire only old and dead poets. I may be old, but your praise is not worth my death.

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You say you’re the heir to me Catullus
Except I do not trust you to even read

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From sextus, a boastful young man
Do you like being burned by beautiful young women? Whose faces are under water. Sextus, Have you tried swimming?

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I was feeling ill, so you came to me immediately...with a hundred students accompanying you.
A hundred hands as cold as the north wind groped me.
I did not have a fever, now I do.

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From Tucca, who often begs Martial to donate his little book, demands to give yours, Tucca, little book. I will not do. For I want to sell, not read.

Tucca only wants Martial's book to sell, not to read. He just wants the money.

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Quintus loves the one eyed Thais.
He said, "I love Thais"
"Whose Thais?"
"Thais has one eye"
But Thais doesn't have one eye and he doesn't have two