Book VIII, Epigram 67 (Ker)

The boy does not yet announce to you the fifth hour, and yet you, Caecilianus, come ah-eady as my guest, althougli the fourth hour, hoarse witli pleadingji has only just enlarged the bail-bonds, and the arena still wearies the wild beasts at Flora's ffames. Come, run, Callistus, and call back the unwashed servants; let the couches be spread: Caecilianus, sit down. You ask for warm water: ni}' cold has not yet arrived; my kitchen is closed and chill, its fire unlaid. Come rather at daybreak; for why should the fifth hour keep you waiting? For a breakfast you come late, Caecilianus.