Social Commentaries
Book XI, Epigram 11 (Ker)
Translated by Walter C. A. Ker (1919–20) · From Epigrams (Loeb, 1919–20)
Away, boy, with chalices and embossed glasses from the warm Nile, and offer me with fearless hand the cups worn by our father's lips and cleansed by a short-haired attendant: let its old-world honour be given back to the board. It becomes you to drink from a jewelled cup, who break up Mentor's handiwork to shape, Sardanapallus, an utensil for your mistress.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Martial. “Book XI, Epigram 11 (Ker).” Translated by Walter C. A. Ker. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/martial/1270/.
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Martial. “Book XI, Epigram 11 (Ker).” Translated by Walter C. A. Ker. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/martial/1270/.
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