Martial still in its composition, The widower, in iambic trimeters.
These words seem written by a contemporary to me. It occurs to me how certain human characteristics, including forgery, to be unquenchable.
widower.
Why did you, Saleiano, that sad face?
And little do you think? I come from the funeral of my wife.
O great crime of Destiny! O intolerable misfortune! That rich woman Secondilla, died? What you brought him a million sesterces? Ah, I wish this misfortune that had ever happened to you!
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