Book XI, Epigram 84 (Ker)

He who desires not yet to go down to Stygian shades, let him, if he be wise, avoid barber Antiochus. White arms are mangled with knives less cruel when the frenzied throng raves to Phrygian strains; with gentler touch Alcon cuts the knotted hernia, and lops away broken bones with a workman's hand. Shearer let this man be of starveling Cynics and of Stoic chhis, and let him bare the necks of steeds of their dusty manes. Let this man but rasp hapless Prometheus neath the Scythian crag, with bared breast will he summon the bird his torturer; to his mother will Pentheus fly; to the Maenads Orpheus, at the mere clash of Antiochus' savage steel. These scars, whate'er they are thou numberest on my chin, scars such as are fixed on some time-worn boxer's face — these a wife, formidable with wrathful talons, wrought not: 'tis Antiochus' steel and hand accursed. Alone among all beasts the he-goat has sense: bearded he lives to escape Antiochus.