Book V, Epigram 62 (Ker)

Of your own right you may remain, my guest, in my gardens if you can lay your limbs on the bare ground, or if a pile of furniture is brought with you; for mine has already held up its finger J to my guests. No cushion — not even one without stuffing — covers my broken couches, and the rotten girth lies, its band burst, upon the floor. Nevertheless, let hospitality be divided between us two; I bought the gardens: that is the larger share; do you furnish them: that is the smaller.