Book V, Epigram 60 (Ker)

Bark at me as you may for ever and ever, and assail me with your ceaseless snarlings, resolved am I to refuse you the fame you seek so long — to be read of in whatever shape in my works throughout the world. For why should some one or other know you existed? Unknown, you must perish, you miserable fellow. Yet there may be found in this city perhaps one or two, or three or four, who are ready to gnaw a dog's hide. I keep my nails from such an itch.