Book V, Epigram 50: Ad Labienum

When (Labiene) by chance I thee did see
Sitting alone, I thought thou hadst bin three.
The number of thy baldnesse me deceivd,
For here and there thy haires I then retreivd
Which a boy's head will hardly well become,
Upon thy crown lyes a large vacant room,
A floor wherein no hair's observ'd to bee.
Yet this December's error yeilds to thee,
That when the Emp'ror keeps his solemn day,
Thou carry'st three shares of his almes away.
Geryon I suppose was such a one,
But when thou seest Phillippus Porch, begon
If Hercules shall spy thee th' art undone.