Social Commentaries
Book XI, Epigram 44: In Wxorem
Translated by R. Fletcher (1656) · From Ex Otio Negotium (1656)
Caught with my Boyes, at me my wife the Froe
Scolds, and cryes out she hath an ars-hole too.
How oft hath Juno thus reprov'd loose Jove?
Yet he with Ganimede doth act his love.
Hercules bent his Boy, layd-by his Bow,
Though Megara had hanches too we know.
Phaebus was tortured by the flying Wench,
Yet the Oebalian Lad those flames did quench.
Though much denyed Briseis from him lay
Achilles with Patroclus yet did play.
Give not male names then to such things as thine,
But think thou hast two Twats ô wife of mine.
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Martial. “Book XI, Epigram 44: In Wxorem.” Translated by R. Fletcher. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/martial/248/.
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Martial. “Book XI, Epigram 44: In Wxorem.” Translated by R. Fletcher. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/martial/248/.
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