You Sold a Slave Yesterday   (c)

You sold a slave yesterday

for twelve hundred sesterces, Cal;

at last the lavish dinner youíve

long dreamed about is in the pan.

Tonight! Fresh mullet, four full pounds!

You know Iíll not complain, old pal,

about the food. But thatís not fish

weíll eat tonight; that was a man.


                                                                   - Marcus Vakerius Martialis

                                                                     (Martial) (A.D. 40-104) Roman

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