Social Commentaries
Book IX, Epigram 94 (Ker)
Translated by Walter C. A. Ker (1919–20) · From Epigrams (Loeb, 1919–20)
Hippocrates gave me — such is his impudence! — a draught drugged with Sardinian root, and asks me for mead wine. So great a fool even you, Glaucus,' never were, I fancy, who gave gold to him who gave you bronze. Does any man ask a gift of sweets for a gift of bitters? He may have it, but only if he drinks it with hellebore.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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