Social Commentaries
Book XII, Epigram 50 (Ker)
Translated by Walter C. A. Ker (1919–20) · From Epigrams (Loeb, 1919–20)
LAUREL-groves, plane-groves, and aery pine-groves, and a bath not made for one, you keep to yourself, and your colonnade stands high on a hundred columns, and trodden under your foot gleams the alabaster; and the flying hoof makes ring your dusty drive, and CD every side babbles the water of a stream crossing your ground; your halls lie open without end. But nowhere is there a place for dining or for sleep How well you are — not housed!
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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