Friend Caelius vowed he would no longer bear
To run and dance attendance everywhere
On Patrons, face their haughtiness and scorn
Or be compelled to greet them every morn.
So to escape these toils he feigned the gout,
But, fearing lest his patron found him out,
With drugs he smeared and bandaged both his feet,
And crawled with dragging footsteps down the street;
So well he feigned disease, when he had not it,
That now he shams no more; for he has got it.