Social Commentaries
Book I, Epigram 51 (Ker)
Translated by Walter C. A. Ker (1919–20) · From Epigrams (Loeb, 1919–20)
No neck, save the chiefest, sorts 'with savage lions. Why fliest thou these fangs, ambitious hare? Thou wouldst forsooth have them come down from huge bulls to thee, and crunch the neck which they cannot see! Not to be hoped for by thee is the glory of a mighty death: thou canst not, slender quarry, die under such a foe as this.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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