Book XI, Epigram 21 (Ker)

LvDiA is as widely developed as the rump of a bronze equestrian statue, as the swift hoop that resounds with its tinkling rings, as the wheel so often struck from the extended springboard, as a wornout shoe drenched by muddy water, as the widemeshed net that lies in wait for wandering fieldfares, as an awning that does not belly to the wind in Pompey's theatre, as a bracelet that has slipped from the arm of a consumptive catamite, as a pillow widowed of its Leuconian stuffing, as the aged breeches of a pauper Briton, and as the foul throat of a pelican of Kavenna. This woman I am said to have embraced in a marine fishpond: I don't know; I think I embraced the fishpond itself