Social Commentaries
Book VII, Epigram 24 (Ker)
Translated by Walter C. A. Ker (1919–20) · From Epigrams (Loeb, 1919–20)
Thou that essayest to embroil me with my Juvenal, what wilt not thou, perfidious tongue, dare to say? At thy imagining of wrong Orestes would have hated Pylades, Peirithous' love would have left Theseus lorn: thou couldst have parted the Sicilian brothers, and — a greater name — the sons of Atreus, and Leda's generation. This is my curse on thee for thy deserts and for attempts so shameless: that thou mayst do that which, O tongue, I wot thou doest!
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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