Book VII, Epigram 28 (Ker)

So may Diana's wood at Tibur burgeon for you, and the grove, oft lopped, be quick to grow anew; and your olive, Fuscus, yield not to presses of Tartessus, and your overflowing vats give you goodly must; so may the forums admire you, so may the Palace praise you, and many a palm deck your folding doors — while mid December secures you some small leisure, examine, and with unfailing ear, the jests you read, "Do you wish to learn the truth? that is a hard matter." But you can say to me, Fuscus, what you wish said to you.