Book VII, Epigram 54 (Ker)

Everlastingly 011 a morning you relate to me dreams — nothing but dreams about myself, to fret and harass my mind. Already last year's vintage, aye, and this one too, has come to the dregs, while the wise woman is exorcising for me your nightly visions; I have used up salt cakes, as well as heaps of frankincense; my flocks have decreased by the frequent slaughter of a lamb; no porker, no poultry-yard fowls, no eggs remain. Either keep awake, Nasidienus, or dream about yourself!