Disce, quid Esquilias hac nocte fugarit aquosas, cum vicina novis turba cucurrit agris, turpis in arcana sonuit cum rixa taberna, si sine me, famae non sine labe meae.
Listen to an incident which last night put to flight the well-watered Esquiline and caused those living near the New Gardens to take to their heels, when a shameful brawl could be heard in a backstreets tavern, if in my absence, yet not without a slur on my good name.
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