Social Commentaries
Book IV, Epigram 10 (Ker)
Translated by Walter C. A. Ker (1919–20) · From Epigrams (Loeb, 1919–20)
While my book is new and with its edges not yet smoothed, while the page, not well dry, fears the touch, go, boy, and bear a trifling present to a dear friend who has deserved first to possess my trifles. Run, but equipped: let a Punic sponge attend the book; that sorts with the gifts I give. Many corrections, Faustinus, cannot emend my jokes: one wiping-out can!
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Martial. “Book IV, Epigram 10 (Ker).” Translated by Walter C. A. Ker. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/martial/642/.
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Martial. “Book IV, Epigram 10 (Ker).” Translated by Walter C. A. Ker. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/martial/642/.
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