Social Commentaries
Book XI, Epigram 54 (Ker)
Translated by Walter C. A. Ker (1919–20) · From Epigrams (Loeb, 1919–20)
The unguents and casia, and myrrh that smells of funerals, and the frankincense half-burned snatched » Probably the Claudia Peregrina of iv. xiii. from the midst of the pyre, and the cinnamon you have snatched from the bier of death — these, rascally Zoilus, surrender out of your foul pocket. 'Tis from your feet your froward hands have learned mis-doings: I don't wonder you are a thief who were a runaway slave.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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