Book XII, Epigram 17: In Lentinum

Lentinus why dost thou complain and groan
That all this while thine Ague is not gone?
Hee's carried in a Chair, and bath'd with thee,
Eates Mushrooms, Oysters, Sow's paps, and Brawn free,
Oft fox'd with Setine, oft with Falerne Wine,
Nor Caecube drinks without its Snow to joyn,
Lyes compass'd in with Rose-buds, black with sweets,
In a rich purple Bed, soft Down, fine Sheets.
When he doth live so well so brave with thee,
Wouldst have thy Ague to poor Dama flie?