Social Commentaries
Book III, Epigram 65 (Ker)
Translated by Walter C. A. Ker (1919–20) · From Epigrams (Loeb, 1919–20)
Breath of a young maid as she bites an apple; effluence that comes from Corycian saffron; perfume such as when the blossoming vine blooms with early clusters; the scent of grass which a sheep has just cropped; the odour of myrtle, of the Arab spice-gatherer, of rubbed amber; of a fire made pallid with Eastern frankincense; of the earth when lightly sprinkled with summer rain, of a chaplet that has felt locks dewy with nard; with all these, Diadumenus, cruel boy, thy kisses are fragrant. What if thou wouldst give those kisses in fulness without grudging?
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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