Social Commentaries
Book IV, Epigram 27 (Ker)
Translated by Walter C. A. Ker (1919–20) · From Epigrams (Loeb, 1919–20)
Oft are you wont to praise my poems, Augustus. See, a jealous fellow denies it; are you wont to praise them the less for that? Have you not besides given me, honoured not in words alone, gifts that none other could give? See, the jealous fellow again gnaws his filthy nails! Give me, Caesar, all the more, that he may writhe!
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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