Social Commentaries
Book I, Epigram 22 (Ker)
Translated by Walter C. A. Ker (1919–20) · From Epigrams (Loeb, 1919–20)
Why fliest thou, hare, the lion's jaws unstirred to rage? They have not learned to crunch beasts so small. Those talons are kept for mighty necks; thirst so great delights not in a draught of blood so meagre. The hare is the prey of dogs, it fills not vasty mouths; a Dacian boy would not dread Caesar's arms.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Martial. “Book I, Epigram 22 (Ker).” Translated by Walter C. A. Ker. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/martial/358/.
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Martial. “Book I, Epigram 22 (Ker).” Translated by Walter C. A. Ker. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/martial/358/.
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