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Epigram. XXXIII. In Olum, translat. ex Martiali.

Oro's a thieft: Olus whats that to thee,
If such or such be giu'n to theeuerie?
Milo spends thousands on his beauteous whore.
That's nought to thee, t'is Milo shall be poore.
Sertorius reuels it, till morne appeare:
That hurts not you Olus, what neede you feare?
Lupus owes Titus more then he can pay:
Well see' a gull not you another day.
In other mens affaires you still are prying,
Their faults condemning and their good enuying.
But as for your owne faults, which farre, alas,
Surmount the faults of these, you let them passe.
You owe a tradseman Olus, for a gowne:
Yea, this concernes you Olus, note this downe.
There's none will trust you on your word for ought,
Marke this well Olus, that is worth the note.
Your wife's no honester then she should be,
Record this Olus, in your memorie.
Your eldest daughter now at womans state,
Requires a dower to gratulate her mate:
I marry Syr, I count it not amisse,
Friend Olus, for to ruminate on this.
Many more things if't pleas'd me beat my braine,
Could I reueale; but that's a fruitlesse paine.
Thinke Olus, speake, do what you will, y'are free:
Your deeds, your words, your thoughts are nought to me