Martial epigramme. Martial, Epigrams. Book 11. Mainly from Bohn's Classical Library (1897)

Martial Epigram 5. 34 Translation

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Gaudia tu differs, at non et stamina differt 5 Atropos, atque omnis scribitur hora tibi. That her last hour may not carry her off wholly, Publius has her limned in a picture, in which you will see an Issa so like, that not even herself is so like herself. That the man who loves not me may not love this life, is my wish; and let him drag out life pallid with the cares of the city. The first work of English literature penned in North America was Robert Hayman's Quodlibets, Lately Come Over from New Britaniola, Old Newfoundland, which is a collection of over 300 epigrams, many of which do not conform to the two-line rule or trend. You may drink, then, and often, cups of four-fold size, and drown in wine your concern at her cruelty.

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Martial, Epigrams. Book 11. Mainly from Bohn's Classical Library (1897)

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The bosses were the ends of the cylinder round which the roll was wrapped. The painter who drew your Venus, Lycoris, paid court, I suppose, to Minerva. Now she must come, all playful, to that place Where the great ancients sit with reverend face; Now lisping, as she used, of whence she came, Perchance she names and stumbles at my name. You, Charidemus, rocked my cradle; you were the guardian and constant companion of my childhood Now my beard, when shaved, blackens the barber's napkins, and my mistress complains of being pricked by my bristly lips. Do you laugh, nice reader, at these names as so rustic? Are you capable of selling your masters with them crying, Tucca? I always plan my dinners To please the diners, not the cooks. Cirrata loris horridis Scythae pellis, Qua vapulavit Marsyas Celaenaeus, Ferulaeque tristes, sceptra paedagogorum, 10 Cessent et Idus dormiant in Octobres: Aestate pueri si valent, satis discunt. The glade has sent you boar, the field the unbought hare ; the wood, when beaten, has given plump field- fares.

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Martial Tells the Story of Gladiators Priscus and Verus

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But he himself, bending back to the crowd at his feet, in the midst of his lapdogs who are gnawing goose's livers portions among his wrestlers the kernel of a boar, and gives his concubine the rumps of turtledoves. Quando morae dulces longusque a Caesare pulvis 5 Totaque Flaminia Roma videnda via? Se t'acchiappo, O Gargilio, tacerai. This death fame may place above that of the great Cato; for Domitian was Festus' friend. Gaditanus can tell you, he who, without writing anything, claims to be a poet. . Receive, dear youth, the memorials of my grief: this tribute will live for you in all time. It seems to me, however, that it is not, in fact, Martial's reproachful speech against a coherent type of person that produces laughter or accounts for the popularity of his epigrams with their piquant endings, so appreciated for their wit and humor.

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Claude Breghot du Lut , L'an de Rome 2569 ; and by E. Diaulus, lately a doctor, is now an undertaker: what he does as an undertaker, he used to do also as a doctor. Canace, one of the daughters of Aeolia, lies buried in this tomb, a little child whose seventh winter was her last. Tucca, solet fieri, denique, Tucca, licet. Hare, although you enter the wide jaws of the fierce lion, still he imagines his mouth to be empty. Cease at length, therefore, to imagine yourself that which is imagined by you alone, Caecilius, you who could have silenced Gabba, and even Testius Caballus, with your jokes.

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INFINITA: Martial, Epigram 7.67 [CAUTION: LEWD SUBJECT/MATTER]

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This to me is Baian sun- shine and mild Lucrine lake ; this to me is the riches, Castricus, you enjoy. . No man's field brings him greater profit than yours, Phileros. But this could not be proved while your progenitor lived. . But in vain; for she would not sacrifice Calenus to become either the queen of the Thunderer, or the beloved of Bacchus or Apollo.

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Martial Epigram 5. 34 Translation

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Lift the tunic of either,. Gaius is cut by arthritis in his hands and feet, and would rather suffer a thousand lashes. If he make verses, disinherit the bard. How to find the laughter which they provoked in their audience? You will die unbathed, Oppianus! You are wrong if this thing seems to you to be a pussy which is never touched by a dick. The priestess of Apollo at Delphi chewed laurel-leaves to acquire inspiration.

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Martial, Epigrams, Volume I: Spectacles, Books 1

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Cestus with tears in his eyes often complains to me, Hamurianus, of being touched with your finger. He published some juvenile poems of which he thought very little in his later years, and he chuckles at a foolish bookseller who would not allow them to die a natural death. Not the consulship itself nor the tribunate, nor the six fasces, 1 nor the proud rod of the noisy lictor, will drive off the kisser. That the care which I have bestowed upon what I have published may not come to nothing through the smallness of my volumes, let me rather fill up my verses with Τὸν δ̕ ἀπαμειθόμενος. We glimpse here the theater, public games, life in the countryside, banquets, lions in the amphitheater, the eruption of Vesuvius. There will be served to be handled with scorched fingers on a black-ware dish light green broccoli, which has just left the cool garden, and a sausage lying on white pease-pudding, and pale beans with ruddy bacon.

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Martial epigram xi.20

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It is harsh to refuse, Sextus, when you are asked ; how much harsher before you are asked! Domitian was tem- perate in his drinking. He demands the customary jokes, and cheerful verses; and complains that he no longer hears my jests. You go around well-groomed with curled tresses, I with defiant Spanish hair; you are smooth from a daily hair-remover, I am hairy on my legs and cheeks; your mouth is lisping and your tongue is weak, even a daughter of mine will speak louder: An eagle is not more different from a dove, or a fleeing doe from a sturdy lion. Lake, Oxford, Clarendon Press, 1908, 2 vols. He desei'ves not to displease you, Caesar, who hastes to please you. Let no hard turf smother her softening bones; and do rest lightly upon her, earth, she was such a slight burden to you! A letter may recom- mend others : he errs who thinks he should be recommended to his friends.

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