Social Commentaries
Book VI, Epigram 59 (Ker)
Translated by Walter C. A. Ker (1919–20) · From Epigrams (Loeb, 1919–20)
Baccara is annoyed and grumbles that he meets with no cold weather: 'tis on account of his innumerable frieze mantles; and he wishes for dark hours, and winds, and snows; and hates winter days if they are mild. What harm, you cruel fellow, has my cloak, which a light breeze can lift from my shoulder-blades, done you? How much more straightforward, how much more kind it would be, even in the month of August, to put on your frieze wrappers!
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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