Book I, Epigram 104: Ad Scoevolam

Scaevola not as yet dubbd Knight he prays
For one ten thousand pounds his stock to raise,
How largely would he live! how happilie!
The easie gods smil'd and vouchsaf'd it free.
Upon this bon his coat was much more bare
His Cloak far worse, his shoos thrice clouted are,
His olives were of seaven years vintage standding,
One Table serves two meales by his commanding:
The course dreggs ofred wine are his chiefe drink,
His pease and wench scarce cost one doit I think,
Let us appeale to Law, thou cheating Bore,
Live, or else to the gods their goods restore.