Social Commentaries
Book IV, Epigram 51 (Ker)
Translated by Walter C. A. Ker (1919–20) · From Epigrams (Loeb, 1919–20)
When you did not possess six thousand, Caecilianus, you were carried all over the town in a huge litter and six; now the blind goddess has bestowed on you two millions, and your moneys have burst through your purse, see, you go on foot! What should I wish you for merits and excellencies so great? May the gods restore you your litter, Caecilianus!
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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