Book IX, Epigram 48 (Ker)

Seeing that you swore, Garricus, by your sacred rites and by your head, that J was heir to a quarter of your estate, I believed you — for who would willingly damn his own wishes? — and I kept warm my hope by continual presents, among which I sent you a Laurentian boar of unusual weight: you would imagine it came from Aetolian Calydon. But you at once invited both people and Senate; a bilious Rome is still belching my boar. I myself — who could believe it .'' — was not added even as your last guest, aye, and not even a rib Avas given me or tail sent me. Concerning that quarter-estate of yours, what should I expect, Garricus? Not a twelfth of my own boar came to me!