Social Commentaries
Book III, Epigram 17 (Ker)
Translated by Walter C. A. Ker (1919–20) · From Epigrams (Loeb, 1919–20)
A tart, repeatedly handed round at the second course, burnt the fingers cruelly with its excessive heat. But Sabidius' gluttony was more ardent still; straightway, therefore, three and four times he blew upon it with his full cheeks. The tart, indeed, grew cooler, and seemed to allow the fingers; but not a man could touch it — 'twas filth!
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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