Martial

In Caium

"Lend me sestertia, Caius, only twenty, 'Tis no great thing for you who roll in plenty." He was an old companion, and his coffers Were full enough to stand such friendly offers. "Go, plead in court," said he; "'tis pleadings pay us." "I want your money, not your counsel, Caius."

Martial, ii. 30.

In Causidicum

'Tis said that some bold advocate Has dared to criticise my poem, His name I have not learned, his fate Will be a warning when I know him.

Martial, v. 33.

In Postumum Causidicum

No claim for trespass do I bring, Or homicide, or poisoning. I claim that by my neighbour's theft Of she-goats three I was bereft. The judge of course wants evidence, But you go wandering far from thence, And with a mighty voice declaim Of Mithridates and the shame Of Cannæ, and the lies of old That Punic politicians told. And why should you pass Sylla by, The Marii and Mucii? When, Postumus, d'ye hope to reach My stolen she-goats in your speech?

Martial, vi. 19.

In Cinnam

Is this advocacy, Cinna, this a type of lawyers' powers, This immense oration, Cinna, some nine words in some ten hours? Waterclocks I grant you asked for, Cinna, yes, you called for four; There you stopped, such wealth of silence, Cinna, ne'er was seen before.

Martial, viii. 7.