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Epigrams (Modern Library Classics)

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by Martial


  Lupercus, whenever you meet me

  Lupus, I’m deeply in your debt

  Lusistis, satis est: lascivi nubite cunni:

  Madam, I’ve warned you many times

  Marcia, non Rhenus, salit hic, Germane: quid opstas

  Marius doesn’t entertain, or send

  Marius’ earhole smells.

  Marulla’s hobby is to measure

  Matutine cliens, urbis mihi causa relictae

  May I present myself—the man

  Mensas, Ole, bonas ponis, sed ponis opertas.

  Mentiris, credo: recitas mala carmina, laudo:

  Mentiris iuvenem tinctis, Laetine, capillis

  Miraris docto quod carmina mitto Severo

  Miraris veteres, Vacerra, solos

  Munera qui tibi dat locupleti, Gaure, senique

  Mutua te centum sestertia, Phoebe, rogavi

  My friend’s few happy acres vie

  My hobbling metre, if it’s not a task

  My orchard isn’t the Hesperides,

  Ne gravis hesterno fragres, Fescennia, vino

  Ne laudet dignos, laudat Callistratus omnes.

  Ne legeres partem lascivi, casta, libelli

  Nec vocat ad cenam Marius, nec munera mittit

  Nihil Ammiano praeter aridam restem

  Nil mihi das vivus; dicis post fata daturum.

  Non est mentitus qui te mihi dixit habere

  Non mea Massylus servat pomaria serpens

  Non omnis nostri nocturna est pagina libri:

  Not all the epigrams I write

  Novius is so close a neighbour, I could stand

  Now I’m no longer a paid client-guest

  Now that she’s read my epigram—the one

  Nubere Paula cupit nobis, ego ducere Paulam

  Nullos esse deos, inane caelum

  Nullus in urbe fuit tota qui tangere vellet

  Numquam me revocas, venias cum saepe vocatus:

  Nuper erat medicus, nunc est vispillo Diaulus:

  Observing Selius pacing to and fro

  Occurris quocumque loco mihi, Postume, clamas

  Occurris quotiens, Luperce, nobis

  Occurrit tibi nemo quod libenter

  Of what does the happy life consist

  Ohe, iam satis est, ohe, libelle

  Olus sold land to build a pied-à-terre:

  Omnia promittis cum tota nocte bibisti;

  Omnis aut vetulas habes amicas

  On your return from Libya I tried

  One day Leda announced to her aged husband, “I’m suffering…

  Our dinner invitations are one-sided:

  Our friend Faustinus at his Baian place

  Parva rogas magnos; sed non dant haec quoque magni.

  Pauperis extruxit cellam, sed vendidit Olus

  People have the oddest kinks.

  Petit Gemellus nuptias Maronillae

  Phyllis, when your old claws attempt to strum

  Plorat Eros, quotiens maculosae pocula murrae

  Pompeios iuvenes Asia atque Europa, sed ipsum

  Pomponius, when loud applause

  Poor morning client (you remind me

  Prima salutantes atque altera conterit hora

  Primum est ut praestes, si quid te, Cinna, rogabo;

  Profecit poto Mithridates saepe veneno

  Promiscuous girls, you’ve had your fun:

  Pulchre valet Charinus et tamen pallet.

  Qua moechum ratione basiaret

  Quae te causa trahit vel quae fiducia Romam

  Quaeris cur nolim te ducere, Galla? Diserta es.

  Quaero diu totam, Safroni Rufe, per urbem

  Quamvis tam longo possis satur esse libello

  Quattuor argenti libras mihi tempore brumae

  Quem recitas meus est, o Fidentine, libellus:

  Quid mihi reddat ager quaeris, Line, Nomentanus?

  Quid tibi nobiscum est, ludi scelerate magister

  Quid vellis vetulum, Ligeia, cunnum?

  Quidam me modo, Rufe, diligenter

  Quod alpha dixi, Corde, paenulatorum

  Quod convivaris sine me tam saepe, Luperce

  Quod fronte Selium nubila vides, Rufe

  Quod nimium mortem, Chaeremon Stoice, laudas

  Quod nulli calicem tuum propinas

  Quod quacumque venis Cosmum migrare putamus

  Quod querulum spirat, quod acerbum Naevia tussit

  Quod tam grande sophos clamat tibi turba togata

  Quod tibi Decembri mense, quo volant mappae

  Readers and listeners like my books

  Rigidly classical, you save

  Romam vade, liber: si, veneris unde, requiret

  Rufus, I’ve searched all Rome for a long time

  Saepe mihi dicis, Luci carissime Iuli

  Saepe rogare soles qualis sim, Prisce, futurus

  Safronius, you look so meek and mild

  Scis te captari, scis hunc qui captat, avarum

  Scripsi, rescripsit nil Naevia, non dabit ergo.

  Semper mane mihi de me mera somnia narras

  Semper pauper eris, si pauper es, Aemiliane.

  Septima iam, Phileros, tibi conditur uxor in agro.

  Seu tu Paestanis genita es seu Tiburis arvis

  Seven wives you’ve had—all dead

  Sexte, nihil debes, nil debes, Sexte, fatemur.

  Sextus, you keep on saying

  She longs for me to “have and hold” her

  She’s half-and-half inclined

  Si meus aurita gaudet lagalopece Flaccus

  Si non molestum est teque non piget, scazon

  Si quid, Fusce, vacas adhuc amari—

  Si tecum mihi, care Martialis

  Si tristi domicenio laboras

  Siccus, sobrius est Aper; quid ad me?

  Since, little book, you’re bent on leaving home

  Since you’re alike and lead a matching life

  Sordida cum tibi sit, verum tamen, Attale, dicit

  Supremas tibi triciens in anno

  Tanta tibi est animi probitas orisque, Safroni

  Ten times a year or more you catch a chill.

  That you’re young, beautiful and rich

  The epigrammatist’s belief

  The first two hours of the morning tax

  The four-horse chariot of the Blues

  The moment I buy three or four pounds of plate

  The only kisses I enjoy

  The other day, Rufus, somebody gave

  The rich know anger helps the cost of living:

  The thrusting shopkeepers had long been poaching

  There’s no escaping the kissers, Flaccus.

  They’re mine, but while a fool like you recites

  Three hundred guests, not one of whom I know—

  Three times a month you change your will

  To you, my parents, I send on

  Toranius, if the prospect of a cheerless, solitary dinner

  Triginta mihi quattuorque messes

  “Tristis Athenagoras non misit munera nobis

  Unguentum, fateor, bonum dedisti

  Uxor, vade foras aut moribus utere nostris:

  Uxorem quare locupletem ducere nolim

  Vapulat adsidue veneti quadriga flagello

  Veientana mihi misces, ubi Massica potas:

  Venturum iuras semper mihi, Lygde, roganti

  Versus et breve vividumque carmen

  Vicinus meus est manuque tangi

  Vis commendari sine me cursurus in urbem

  Vis te, Sexte, coli: volebam amare.

  Vitam quae faciant beatiorem

  Volt, non volt dare Galla mihi, nec dicere possum,

  We all know Galla’s services as a whore

  What brings you to the city? What wild scheme

  When Ammianus’ father breathed

  When Eros goes into a shop

  When Paulus has “a sudden chill”

  When Selius spreads his nets for an invitation

  When you complaisantly allowed

  When you say
, “Quick, I’m going to come”

  When you were chasing my good will

  Whenever I say, “Please come”, you always swear

  Whenever, Postumus, you meet me

  Whenever you drink all night you make

  Whenever you rise from a chair, Lesbia, your wretched clothes…

  Whenever you walk past, Gellia, I can’t stop

  Whether or not Apollo fled from the table

  While you’re, no doubt, anxiously threading

  Whoa, little book! Slow up! Easy there! Steady!

  Whoever said of you, “She’s all complexion

  Why did you cut out your slave’s tongue

  Why do you press me to emend

  “Why don’t you ever ask a favour?”

  Why have I never sent

  Why have I no desire to marry riches?

  Why poke the ash of a dead fire?

  Why won’t I marry you? You’re a blue-stocking

  Why, you ask, whenever you show your face

  Wood, fields and streams, this latticed shade

  You ask great men small favours, yet

  You ask me what I get

  You claim that lots of pretty women

  You drink the best, yet serve us third-rate wine.

  You give me nothing now. “Ah, yes”

  You know you’re being got at, you’re aware

  You rocked my cradle, Charidemus, gave

  You say you’re scared I’m going to aim

  You tell lies—I lend a credulous ear;

  You tell me regularly every morning

  You tell me that you’re leaving

  Your question: would my character

  Your tables may, for all I know

  You’re always whispering in one’s ear

  You’re an informer and tool of slander

  You’ve dyed your hair to mimic youth

  You’ve spent your whole life in the provinces

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