Book X, Epigram 14: Ad Crispum

Crispus thou say'st thou art best friend to mee,
But how you'le make it good I ask let's see?
When I desired ten pieces, 'twas denyed,
Though that thy Chest could not thy coyne bestride,
When didst thou send me one peck of bean meale?
When thou didst reap thy fields by fruitfull Nile?
In winter frosts when did a short Coat come?
Or one half pound of silver in a sum?
I see not how thou my familiar art,
But that before me thou art wont to fart.