Book II, Epigram 11: De Selio

(Rufus) if an inquiry's made
Why Selius walks so late and sad?
Why his dull looks seem to imploy
Some dismal chance and malady?
Why his foule nose hangs ore his chest?
And pulls his hair, and beats his brest.
He moans no losse of friend, or brother,
His one son's well, and so's the other,
And may they live! his wife's in health,
His servants safe, and bags of wealth,
His Husband-man and Bailiffe too,
Have neer purloyn'd ought of his due,
What then's the cause that thus he blubberd?
Why Selius sups at his own Cup-board.