Social Commentaries
Book III, Epigram 16 (Ker)
Translated by Walter C. A. Ker (1919–20) · From Epigrams (Loeb, 1919–20)
You give a show of gladiators, cobbler, little king of stitchers, and what the awl has earned for you the poniard hurries off with. You are drunk; for you would never do this sober, to take your pleasure, cobbler, at the expense of your own hide. You have played with your hide! but bear this in mind — trust my word! — to keep yourself, cobbler, now in your own little skin.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Martial. “Book III, Epigram 16 (Ker).” Translated by Walter C. A. Ker. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/martial/556/.
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Martial. “Book III, Epigram 16 (Ker).” Translated by Walter C. A. Ker. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/martial/556/.
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