Social Commentaries
Book VI, Epigram 13 (Ker)
Translated by Walter C. A. Ker (1919–20) · From Epigrams (Loeb, 1919–20)
Who would not think, Julia, that thou wert shaped by the chisel of Phidias? or who that thou wert not the work of Pallas' skill? The white Lygdian marble answers me with its speaking likeness, and a live beauty glows in the placid face. Her hand with no rough touch plays with the Acidalian girdle which it has snatched, small Cupid, from thy neck. To win back the love of Mars and of the imperial Thunderer, from thee let Juno ask for thy cestos, and Venus herself too.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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