Social Commentaries
Book III, Epigram 72 (Ker)
Translated by Walter C. A. Ker (1919–20) · From Epigrams (Loeb, 1919–20)
You wish to have an amour with me, and yet you do not wish, Saufeia, to bathe with me; I suspect that some monstrous blemish is in question. Either your dugs hang in wrinkles from your bosom, or you fear by nakedness to betray the furrows in your belly, or your person is lacerated and used up, or you have a protuberance somewhere. But there is nothing such, I am sure; naked you are most beautiful. But if there really is anything, you have a worse delect: you are stupid.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Martial. “Book III, Epigram 72 (Ker).” Translated by Walter C. A. Ker. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/martial/610/.
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