Social Commentaries
Book I, Epigram 60 (Ker)
Translated by Walter C. A. Ker (1919–20) · From Epigrams (Loeb, 1919–20)
Albeit, O hare, you enter the lion's yawning mouth, the lion yet regards his fang as unfleshed. Upon what back, upon what shoulders shall he throw his weight? The deep wounds that lay low steers — where shall he plant them? Why vainly tease the woodland's lord and king? 'Tis not save on the beast he has chosen that he feeds.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Martial. “Book I, Epigram 60 (Ker).” Translated by Walter C. A. Ker. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/martial/396/.
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Martial. “Book I, Epigram 60 (Ker).” Translated by Walter C. A. Ker. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/martial/396/.
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