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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