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O CHIEF director of the growing race, / Of Rome the glory and of Rome the grace, / Me, O Quintilian, may you not forgive / Before from labour I make haste to live? / Some burn to gather wealth, lay hands on rule, / Or with white statues fill the atrium full.
The talking hearth, the rafters sweet with smoke, / Live fountains and rough grass, my line invoke: / A sturdy slave, not too learned wife, / Nights filled with slumber, and a quiet life.