Catullus 44

Our farm, whether Sabine or Tibertine—for the say that you are Tibertine, for whom it is not in their heart to hurt Catullus; but for whom it is in the heart, at whatever bet they contend that you are Sabine—but whether you are Sabine or more truly Tibertine, I was gladly in your villa close to the city, and I drove out a bad cough, which my belly gave to me not undeserving while I sought (lit. am seeking) a rich dinner. For while I wanted to be Sestius’ dinner companion, I read his speech against the candidate Antius, full of poison and pestilence. Hereupon a chill head-cold and frequent cough shook me right up until I fled into your lap and restored myself with both rest and nettle. Therefore restored, I give you greatest thanks because you did not avenge my error. Nor now do pray if I receive horrible writings of Sestius but that the chill bear a head-cold and cough not to me but to Sestius, who calls me then when I read (his) bad book.