If you're going to go 18th-century, one thing you must face is that those poets were formidably perfect. Wobble even a little and the whole house comes down. Closing lines, where pressure's on for a trim, knife-blade ending, too often are the weakest. That's sad, especially in Poem 21 from Book 11, otherwise extremely good, where I am saddened by, to be respectful, a last line that was just not ready yet.
But you will also find some nice ones, as here:
from John Timpane: Philadelpia Inquirer: Of 'Sex-lover,' unmissed lips: Martial's very modern verse
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