12. To Domitius

Soon upon the Aemilian Way you will go
And visit Vercellae and see the broad Po.
Deuce take it. I'm glad you are going, my friend,
Though upon you my days for enjoyment depend.
I shall miss you, but still it is worth it, I own:
For one summer you're free from the burden of Town.
Let your skin drink the sunlight in each greedy pore—
How handsome you'll grow on that far distant shore!
When you come back you'll seem quite a different man;
We poor pallid townsfolk will envy your tan.
But though you be burned, as by Egypt's hot sun,
Stay a few weeks in Rome and that brown will be gone.
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Martial
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