1Synthesibus dum gaudet eques dominusque senator dumque decent nostrum pillea sumpta Iovem; nec timet aedilem moto spectare fritillo, cum videat gelidos tam prope verna lacus: 5divitis alternas et pauperis accipe sortes: praemia convivae det sua quisque suo. ‘sunt apinae tricaeque et si quid vilius istis.’ quis nescit? vel quis tam manifesta negat? sed quid agam potius madidis, Saturne, diebus, 10quos tibi pro caelo filius ipse dedit? vis scribam Thebas Troiamve malasve Mycenas? ‘lude’ inquis ‘nucibus’: perdere nolo nuces.
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While the knight and my lord senator rejoice in dinner suits and the wearing of the cap of liberty 1 befits our Jupiter, 2 while the slave as he shakes the dice box does not fear to look at the aedile, though he sees the cold pools so close: 3 accept these lots, alternately for the rich man and the poor man; let each one give his guest the appropriate prize. 4 “They are trash and rubbish and anything worth less than that, if possible.” Who but knows it? Or who denies anything so obvious? But what better have I to do in your tipsy days, Saturn, which your son 5 himself gave you in return for the sky? Do you want me to write of Thebes or Troy or wicked Mycenae? “Play with nuts,” you say. But I don’t want to lose my nuts. 6