Social Commentaries
Book XIII, 2 (Ker)
Translated by Walter C. A. Ker (1919–20) · From Epigrams (Loeb, 1919–20)
Although you have always a critic's nose, are in a word a nose so great that Atlas on request would not have consented to shoulder it, and though you can deride even Latinus himself, you cannot say more against my trifling effusions than I have said myself. What pleasure is there in tooth gnawing tooth? you require flesh if you want to be fat. Lest you should waste your time, keep your venom for those that fancy themselves; I know these efforts of mine are nothing worth. And yet not altogether nothing if you come to me with a just ear, and not with a morning aspect.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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