Book IX, Epigram 68 (Ker)

What have you to do with us, accursed pedagogue, a fellow odious to boys and girls? Not yet have crested cocks broken the hush of night, already with menacing voice and with thwacks you raise an uproar. So heavily re-echoes brass on smitten anvils when a smith is fitting a pleader's statue astride a steed; milder in the huge amphitheatre riots the shout when its own faction acclaims the small shield. We neighbours don't ask for sleep all the night; for some wakefulness is a trifle, to wake all night is no joke. Dismiss your pupils. Are you willing, you blatant fellow, to accept for holding your tongue as much as you accept for bawling .''