Social Commentaries
Book III, Epigram 45 (Ker)
Translated by Walter C. A. Ker (1919–20) · From Epigrams (Loeb, 1919–20)
Whether Phoebus fled from the table and banquet of Thyestes I don't know: we fly from yours, Ligurinus. It is undoubtedly choice, and laid out with rich viands, but nothing at all pleases us while you recite. I don't want you to serve me turbots, or a two-pound mullet, nor do I want mushrooms, oysters I do not want: hold your tongue!
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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