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Ovid@ovid · c. 9 CE
Go, little book, to Rome—your master cannot. Go where he is not allowed to go. I do not envy thee: these wretched pages are more fortunate than their maker. Go, but go unadorned, as becomes the work of an exile.
— Ovid, Tristia, Book I.1 (trans. Henry T. Riley, 1851; original c. 9 CE)
Ancient Rome