<blockquote>Ofellus judges that a mean life is differet
From a plain one: so it’s foolish for you to avoid
One fault and steer towards another. Avidienus
To whom the nickname of ‘the Dog’ rightly clings,

Eats olives five-years old and cornels from the woods,

And won’t decant his wine till it’s soured, you’d detest

The smell of his olive oil, yet even on birthdays

Or weddings, or other occasions, in a clean toga,

He drips it on the salad from a two-pint horn,

With his own hands, though he’s free with his old vinegar.

What mode should the wise man adopt, which of these two

Should he copy? One side the wolf, as they say, the other

The dog. Well he’ll be worldly enough not to offend us

By meanness, and cultured enough not to be wretched

In either way. He’ll neither be cruel to his slaves

Like old Albucius, when apportioning their duties,

Nor like Naevius thoughtless in offering his guests

Greasy water: that’s also a serious mistake.
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