ego uel Prochytam praepono Suburae; 
nam quid tam miserum, tam solum uidimus, ut non 
deterius credas horrere incendia, lapsus 
tectorum adsiduos ac mille pericula saeuae 
urbis et Augusto recitantes mense poetas?

I prefer even the barren island Prochyta to the Subura; for what do we see so wretched, so solitary, that you would not believe that the fires, the constant collapse of tenement roofs, and the thousand dangers of the savage city, not to mention the poets reciting in the heat of August, would frighten you worse?

For more information on Satire 3, see Rome: The Savage City.
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