Oiled Wrestlers

"The first two hours of the morning tax
Poor clients; during the third advocates wax
Eloquent and hoarse; until the fifth hour ends
The city to her various trades attends;
At six o'clock the weary workers stop
For the siesta; all Rome shuts up shop
At seven; the hour from eight to nine supplies
The oiled wrestlers with their exercise;
The ninth invites us to recline full length,
Denting the cushions. At last comes the tenth.
Euphemus, that's the hour when you prepare
Ambrosia with a major-domo's care
For godlike Caesar who, relaxing, grips
In his great hand the nectar that he sips
Sparingly. Then my jest-books can appear.
Please smooth their passage to the Emperor's ear:
My Muse, shy-footed, dare not importune
Jupiter with her levity before noon."

Martial, The Epigrams (85 AD).