Book III, Epigram 95 (Ker)

You never volunteer, but always return, Naevolus, that "good day" which even a crow is often wont to say the first. Why expect this of me? Tell me, Naevolus: for I fancy you are neither a better man, Naevolus, than I, nor above me. Each Caesar has praised me and bestowed on me rewards, and given me the privileges of a father of three sons. By many a reader am I read, and fame, without waiting for my death, gives me a name celebrated throughout the towns. There is something in this too: Rome has seen in me a tribune, and I sit in seats out of which Oceanus rouses you. As many have been made citizens through me by Caesar's bounty as exceed, I suspect, even your household of slaves. But you submit to foul lust; but you, Naevolus, are a fine practitioner. Now, now I see you are my superior, Naevolus; you beat me: good day!