Social Commentaries
Book XI, 351
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
I let the cell yesterday to a barley-water maker, and to-day I found a formidable pugilist in it. And when I said, “Who art thou? Whence didst thou invade my house?” he up with his hands to box with me. I went off at the double, afraid of the savage man, on seeing the brewer suddenly turned into a bruiser. But by the boxer Pollux and Castor himself, and Zeus who hearkens to suppliants, keep the boxer, my aversion, off me; for I can’t have a stand-up fight at the beginning of every month.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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