Marcus Valerius Martial ( 10 of 68 )
Lycoris has buried all the female friends she had, Fabianus:
would she were the friend of my wife!
Lycoris has buried all the female friends she had, Fabianus:
would she were the friend of my wife!
I pleaded your cause, Sextus, having agreed to do so for two
thousand sesterces. How is it that you read more
I pleaded your cause, Sextus, having agreed to do so for two
thousand sesterces. How is it that you have sent me only a
thousand? "You said nothing," you tell me; "and this cause was
lost through you." You ought to give me so much the more,
Sextus, as I had to blush for you.
A fisherman's walk: three steps and overboard.
A fisherman's walk: three steps and overboard.
The swan murmurs sweet strains with a flattering tongue, itself
the singer of its own dirge.
The swan murmurs sweet strains with a flattering tongue, itself
the singer of its own dirge.
You praise, in three hundred verses, Sabellus, the baths of
Ponticus, who gives such excellent dinners. You wish to read more
You praise, in three hundred verses, Sabellus, the baths of
Ponticus, who gives such excellent dinners. You wish to dine,
Sabellus, not to bathe.
When to secure your bald pate from the weather,
You lately wore a cape of black neats' leather;
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When to secure your bald pate from the weather,
You lately wore a cape of black neats' leather;
He was a very wag, who to you said,
"Why do you wear your slippers on your head?"
The book which you are reading aloud is mine, Fidentinus; but,
while you read it so badly, it begins read more
The book which you are reading aloud is mine, Fidentinus; but,
while you read it so badly, it begins to be yours.
Can the fish love the fisherman?
[Lat., Piscatorem piscis amare potest?]
Can the fish love the fisherman?
[Lat., Piscatorem piscis amare potest?]
My books need no one to accuse or judge you: the page which is
yours stands up against you read more
My books need no one to accuse or judge you: the page which is
yours stands up against you and says, "You are a thief."
My suit has nothing to do with the assault, or battery, or
poisoning, but is about three goats, which, read more
My suit has nothing to do with the assault, or battery, or
poisoning, but is about three goats, which, I complain, have been
stolen by my neighbor. This the judge desires to have proved to
him; but you, with swelling words and extravagant gestures,
dilate on the Battle of Cannae, the Mithridatic war, and the
perjuries of the insensate Carthaginians, the Syllae, the Marii,
and the Mucii. It is time, Postumus, to say something about my
three goats.
