Social Commentaries
Book XI, Epigram 99 (Ker)
Translated by Walter C. A. Ker (1919–20) · From Epigrams (Loeb, 1919–20)
Whenever you get up from your chair — I have often noticed it ere now — your unhappy garments, Lesbia, treat you indecently. When you attempt with your right hand, attempt witl\ your left, to pluck them away, you wrench them out with tears and groans; they are so gripped by the straits of your mighty rump, and enter a pass difficult and Cyanean. Do you wish to cure this ugly defect.' I will instruct you: Lesbia, I advise you neither to get up nor to sit down!
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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