Social Commentaries
Book VIII, Epigram 52 (Ker)
Translated by Walter C. A. Ker (1919–20) · From Epigrams (Loeb, 1919–20)
A barber, young, but such an artist as not even was Nero's Thalamus, to whom fell the beards of the Drusi, I lent, on his request, Caedicianus, to Rufus to smooth his cheeks once. While at command he was going over the same hairs, guiding his hand by the judgment of the mirror, and rougeing the skin, and making a second thorough clip of the close-cut hair, my barber returned to me with a beard.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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