"You will dine well at my place, my Fabullus,
if god wills, one of these days:
just bring an abundant, exquisite dinner,
where there's no lack of a splendid girl and wine and
wit and all merriment.
I repeat that this way you'll dine well at my place:
for now Catullus's purse has nothing but cobwebs."
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