Social Commentaries
Book XII, Epigram 24 (Ker)
Translated by Walter C. A. Ker (1919–20) · From Epigrams (Loeb, 1919–20)
O thou chaise, that afFordest pleasant solitude, the gift to me of eloquent Aelianus, more grateful than travelling-coach and curricle! Here at my side, here may you, Jubatus, say whatever rises to your lips. No black driver of Libyan steed, nor runner with upgirt loins goes before; nowhere is any muleteer; the nags will be silent. Oh, if Avitus were here to share our secrets, I should dread no third ear! How well thus would a whole day pass!
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Martial. “Book XII, Epigram 24 (Ker).” Translated by Walter C. A. Ker. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/martial/1378/.
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