Book VII, Epigram 61 (Ker)

The audacious huckster had robbed us of all the City, and never a threshold kept within its own bounds. You have ordered, Germanicus, our narrow streets to expand, and what was but now a track has become a road. No pillar is girt with chained flagons, nor is the praetor forced to walk in the middle of the mud, nor is any razor rashly drawn in the midst of a dense crowd, nor does the grimy cook-shop monopolise the whole of the way. Barber, taverner, cook, butcher keep to their own thresholds. Now Rome exists: of late it was a huge shop.