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TO LESBIA 377, Page  378 The meadow smiles and green is every bough, Mine is so old you'd think a bull had torn it, My toga's worn and shabby I admit, And let me speak whatever comes to mind, And he who holds for Jove his cup; poem ending in a witty and ingenious turn of thought A GOOD CUSTOMER Quam rota transmisso totiens inpacta petauro, 'Tis barbarous to pose as more. So if he said 'twas his, all would believe him, VAIN WORDS Let his lips on the roses of Paestum refine. DO1MITIA.N'S RETURNX BOOK SIX Mistress Rome is a blasee dame, No tenant cheats him of his rent. Aye my thought you can divine; Hermes himself his only substitute, Little Urbicus lies dead. Ere yet your worthlessness I knew; 'Twixt her will-not and will what she means-Yea or Nay. \Vith whom he loves to play. You can wrap up your head in a hood of stout leather, BOOK SEVEN MARTIAL'S EPIGRAMS Was not a whit more cold. A STRANGE PARTNERSHIP And again in the theatre last night you went out TO MILICHUS So, judging by your daily dinner, 323, Page  324 The boon that one alone can give A PLEASANT RETREAT IF I might spend Has now attacked his hand. You ask me how my farm can pay, Will then a sum sufficient be Not baffled by showers or the breeze's mad whims. Nay, Pallas' art hath wrought it; she alone I bought the gardens-you can beautify them HERE lies Pantagathus in boyhood dead, How great your golden gift of speechlessness! THE REASON AND EXCUSE But when full veins and staggering gait you see, He will thrust people back if you get in a crush; And these my books survive my mortal grave, Returned again in summer-time You ask whose lineaments this picture shows, But now, that we in joy may more believe, For shoals and rocks are naught to dare Fine vintages your crystal goblets crown, MARTIAL'S EPIGRAMS TO CESTUS XXII THEYLIN uiderat in toga spadonem, * VI And he thinks and declares to the junior Bar LXX BOOK ELEVEN Let him be free who is my overlord. And grumble when Ocean disturbs your repose. Its scanty waters from the vale below: And then will come the very scum and refuse of the city; With pure and sweetest wine. And if both March and April are marked in love's loyal For him the builder of the Flavian fane LXXX A baby; she calls it her popsy and sweet. LXII ability, and have added a short Introduction, my own 87, Page  88 Where once Phalanthus had his Spartan home has to trudge his way in order to be present at his patron's Sabinus and Serranus each owe ten; An English translation may give the sense, but owing To the banqueting hall lest perchance he be late. In what sense he's a sorry friend. Or seek to conquer Athas in the race, What crime is it in a fair boy to delight? * XXVI A maid of sense without pretence, and lots of cash to lend. TO JULIUS MARTIALIS You give a gladiators' show, LIII When brows are wet, and Bacchus flows; On a hook? Although the cook has done his best That murder sleep? Is better far than drinking mine. YOUNG Amyntas considered his pigs extra fine, You say-' Were I Maecenas, then would you have Virgil's He scorns the frost and frozen blast * XI * LXXVII CALL yOU by nature vicious? 'Does some one ask what makes him sell? Sardinia's fever-laden breath BOOK TEN March brings my opportunity, WHENE'ER he dines he's served on gold in state, followed to-day by the London County Council. Like the frog in the fable who puffed till he burst, * XLII PREFIXED TO HIS 'SATIRES' Dear Venus bless the bridegroom and the bride GOOD work you'll find, some poor, and much that's worse, 102, Page  103 But I see it quite KNOW THYSELF Promittam; neque enim rogat illo tempore tonsor, To yield a harvest to your sowing. DEMOCRITOS, Zenonas inexplicitosque Platonas Even to Prometheus and his storied hill. CII I do not ask Apulian fields to till, With swelling pride he puffed and loudly said' Now to us knights our proper honour's paid. But Tiber's winter flood rose quickly round With rough, shaggy hair, if you want a true lover. ON A DWARF'S TOMB He reels it off, and never drops a letter, And in warm springs by rocky caverns play, A boy. Then turned he wondering, Hi dant quod non uis uxor dare. YOU'RE lavish with promises after a bout And the huntsman found nothing to do for his knife. 'Tis true And when he is lying asleep of a night. Each guest gets a crown when the banquet is done: A loyal spouse and fond. That some one else has failed, and so you lose two hundred 'That's not the same thing'-Nay, it's more, I will swear it. Roar hired applause when Canus' acting flags? Et faciunt digiti praecipitantque uirum: Two Caesars praised me, and for my renown They will steal the best kiss you had kept for your bride; * LVIII Sabinus built thy fane that shall endure, Eager friend; The torches shone, his face was hid by veil, Me my letters, and tutors and schoolmasters sought! As in the years long hence the world shall hear, Why offer yourself to the surgeon's sharp knife? It was not strife or frenzied wife-it was Antiochus! He ruled as consul through the wondrous year, My tender lyrics, you asperse; the shoulder and eject him from the rows of seats reserved I pray you be more pitiful, THE CONNOISSEUR Hermes whose trident lays the foe to rest, VACERRA, when you moved on quarter-day INCONSTANCY The debauchee whose drivelling iteration A THING, I am told, happened yesterday night, TO.4A SCHOOL.1MA4STER I WROTE no libel touching you; Let his forehead be low and his nose aquiline, TO GAIUS TO PONTILIANUS (The former cracked and dripping through a hole), Robbed of his youthful prime-ah deed of shameThe grim black steeds doth Scorpus yoke: of yore Will last ten seasons ere its work be doneThough at the first 'twas not a costly one; SHORT AND LONG And thus a wiser maxim keepHerein is crafty counsel shown — Fear not this little client to protect; All you have given, a creditor in name, Nay, who belittles all men thus THE TOKEN A dullard would Priapus be Its golden ore more bright than amber gleams, EGYPT shall send you crystal glass, meanwhile WHEN nature's tresses you would imitate I WOULD not have you curl your hair, As gifts from my suburban home I send. YOUR budding beard is shorn-the day Lycoris, too, of mulberry hue But now if no black thread for me be spun, XXIV And soft Boterdus' valley shalt thou know, Quid si me tonsor, cum stricta nouacula supra est, FACUNDOS mihi de libidinosis TO GELLIA You give them. * LXXVIII In clipping names you err. THOU glory of the world, our destinies, TO LUPUS Why dally so? Who thinks bananas too extravagant, Et dedit: ille pedem sustulit, hic tunicam. THE FRIENDLY LEAD Do you suppose that you could run That Stella's lovely cushat soars above Leitus is coming, you've no time to waste. BOOK TEN Bite, if you must, an empty skin Who holds the lands where Cicero spent his days. Spare me, nor let thy greed our friendship sever, Can't you give me an answer? TO GALLA Your shoes more patched and clouted than of yore, io8, Page  109 The tombs at night in search of some stray lover. 38, Page  39 In the hot summer, and a river lake; IF you desire to please an Attic taste, 213, Page  214 Saith, ' Tarry not but get thee gone.' THE UNGRACIOUS PATRON At your stories in court I find nothing to say; When you persist in reading verse, Fate dclosed the channel of her baby speech. Even to Jove thou couldst have given bliss, And with their chieftain taste ambrosial fare. With bards of noblest name. SPARE me, for I am tired with labour long * LXXIX But, if you had, could any bear with you? You earned a decent living when But I mean to deny you the fame that you lack; Apona holds her Flaccus dearer still. * XXVII When he prayed the dark sisters to hold back the thread not, I'm not so dull as not to know it; Old Gellia affects a skittish mood: Yet I will not repine; Nor strive by any dancer's aid to quell you, The deadlier perils of the Scythian Sea; At Chione non sentit opus nec uocibus ullis With a stick. CARUS is dead; the infamous deceiver; VXOR, uade foras aut moribus utere nostris: TO CINNA Of downy cushions, hangings gay For e'en a house-slave born at homenc Hermes a fighter-teacher, both in one, LUCANUS, Tullus, if the Gods had given Who by his name recalls the hours of spring. TO AN ENVIOUS JEW RIVAL A Syrian flagon of dark syrup wine, E'en level ground a rider may ensnare AGUE they say! I WILL not give his name, although you press me, SEVENTY-FIFTH BIRTHDA Y XVI * LXXIII And how the placid bull accepts the load. You quit the bar for these! At least, if threadbare, they're mine own, Your invitation I decline. As Junius upright, with the wit As we offer at his shrine, Tablets, kerchiefs without end, The Roman poet Marcus Valerius Martialis is best known known for his epigrams, which became popular and influential in European poetry over a millennium after his death. Unviolated; With drugs he smeared and bandaged both his feet, * XII * XCIII As poets seldom reap in heaven. I KNOW the way to get revenge on you 31, Page  32 It is my foolish love that lets you, COARSE jokes you think are Attic salt, CALENUS AND SULPICIA WHEN Eros weeps in blank despair 'To read about myself,' you say, ' is scarcely worth my while.' And your page-boys are quite a delight to behold. and fired by their righteous indignation tilt as blindly Uneatable and raw,' you kept repeating; SUSPICIOUS TASTES LIFE UP TO YOUR.NAME At least a day or two '; And now much work has died still-born-'tis true The second singer of our Roman quire GESTARI iunctis nisi desinis, Hedyle, capris, TO CERRINI US LXXXII And strove to join her lord, things, in a word, which I left in a mood of fastidiousness, I Hold back the purple book and make no sign You took a woman off the street, Here a poor stingy fire, but there a bright blaze. Her noble soul befits the Roman race, Foolish rover, offence against the imperial regime: the Yecilator, less * XLI And said the crystal vase was flawed-the two And pretend THY pious duty Rome fulfil, He thinks 'tis drawing breath-we know When thou wert wool on some Hesperian ewe? Ere your soul begot you one, Once, twice, and three times my request was denied. Neither brother nor grandsire should come before you. LIV Go from our Baian Lake, I bid thee go, FOR Pelops or Andromache DOMITIAN'S BIRTHPLACE A THIRSTY LAND You'ld fancy there the seven hills to espy And fainted at view of the other! But though you hear, you are not clear if there is aught I WE agreed that my fee should be twenty. Far, far away he died; and to his sire But Phoebus straight the money paid And the soldier joined up with the castrated throng. Pay sacrifice to all in order due, Erotion, my little love, my sweet; LXXV MARTIAL'S EPIGRAMS And if you suppose your kiss YE folk, who read of Oedipus and Scylla and Medea 330, Page  331 ON A PORTRAIT OF CAMONIUS NUPTIAL FA1 I OURS A senator, most righteous of them all; Leda's foul lamp whose fumes the ceiling soil, 'Tis your poor broken pitchers this virtue create, You're drunk, no sober man would skin Dear Cestus, than Hippolytus more chaste, Though oft you lop the leafy groves \Whatever be his fancy. Delay no more-we're growing tired of waitingOr you are like to die, still hesitating. I WAS out of sorts-not like to dieTill swift to my bedside flew From this close-fisted attitude, XLVII But carved from out a cypress limber 18, Page  19 You have asked me for more: but my household will cry Heaven gave you life in answer to my prayer; Still useful grows with bending boughs in grey-green harmony. the Spanish town of Bilbilis. Next we have the leading lights of Roman society, YOUR present last year weighed exactly a pound, THE VOYAGE * XLVIII III Just where Suburra's vale emerges While knights and painted Moors and people cry' He comes, he comes '-as Caesar passes by. Or should he be on wharf or quay, a panic will prevail, Sliced leeks and wholesome lettuce there will be, You skip this too? To range on Helicon no more we dread, A tenfold spirit shall my song inspire: Had I said Thais, * LXXIII You used to send me gifts, now having won For my friend said he wished just one clipping to have. Hard cash, tho' unaccompanied, would suit Whom we see with your wife at her side all the day. Don't you see how your litter in all our throats sticks; epigram at the beginning of this volume. My Muse shall greet thee as her fountain pure. That take up half the street or block it; Drives where the clattering hoofs resound, and where The promise of that guileful cough that still LXXII Phasis was praising clad in purple bright. And in thy face find terror and delight. Which butchers hawk from street to street * LXVII the very summit comes His Most Gracious Majesty, the A jagged saw-like spine I shun, The columns end with theseFor so a bulky tome may be The shaggy kid for which his dam doth bleat, And by the household gods the logs burn bright. So rough and soldier-like is it; For oft I've sung its praises. Avails the ruler of this world to move, I've made it clear to you that I Not Cataline himself to this had come. To mix a strong dose of his choicest old blendsFrom this mug fair Dido did Bitias plight, Pasceris et nigrae solo nidore culinae LX Sed plane medias uorat puellas. Nay, those who see your wantonness Let any steed who boasts of speed our thoroughbreds outpace: CUM tibi uernarent dubia lanugine malae, I would endure the cold of Scythia's sky: LXVIII He smiled and said to his sight, ' Good-bye,' Or that some scarecrow in the ring had worn it. INTRODUCTION Often a dismal poet will constrain me * XXXVI have no doubt that for this reason they will be read. Father and chief alike both need thy life. No Tettius Caballus we esteem you. VI I do not love you, Dr Fell. THE EPIGRAMS Then turn to old Callimachus: you'll find him just your Turba tui sexus, non adeunte uiro, Non uis, ut puto, mentulam uidere. How hot your toga seems, how high * LXXX Hermes well-skilled in every kind of fray, But now he's quite weary of life; XCIII So send me, dear friend, a new gown of good stuff. Nay, XXXIII Such breach of rules, you say, is simply awful! Thought Polycleitus' work indifferent, THOUGH but a worthless log it seem to be, And may not spare an hour to aught beside, And called you, what you know you are, Et uoce certa consciaque dicebat Your books in her a critic sure will find; So, neighbours, to Priapus' honour pay, If names I write shall long endurance have 'Tis only that his scarlet bed WHAT time my rugged cot endured the bane From foemen's dart while they could see his brow. A street ablaze with wreaths, a flower-clad Rome. From your snout ('tis like a dog's) BOOK FOUR Than curricles or coaches are? WHILE Fannius the foeman fled, * LXVI Then I don't want The broken gobbets all are swept away 70, Page  71 Boiled on a fire whose logs she never buys? ON A DOG'S GRAVE Whose death on Fate would not such odium bring; 3IUCIUS IN THE CIRCUS TO GALL US For ' T'other ' as a name is just as nice. FALSE CLAIMS For he knew that a daily supply he must give, Yea, every place to us a Rome would be Perchance some bathhouse sees him take a dipper, Your style is quite unsuited, If listening gods mine orisons fulfil, For Triumph loves the merry song and joke, BOOK EIGHT And kerchiefs waved-ere he was saved, Hermogenes got five; And this remain The fasces for my Stella; then to thee MARTIAL'S EPIGRAMS Which would I choose? 'Tis stripped quite bare to run its race Yout win her favour and I pay 'WHY does friend Johnson wear that gloomy look? ' The steward's work am I and true to life. Now, a suspected past to cover, I strike, then fondle: so, my dear, My bailiff trembles, pale and terrified, BOOK TWELVE * LXXIV And old Fabricius' daughters, get you gone; We never got a single bit, Though Pompey threefold office once obtained, Sardanapallus, drink from jewelled cup, in its mingling of light and shade far more convincing Then, sire, give back our god: Rome grudges thee He Cease You snatched that half-burned incense from the fire, TO GALLUS Why plague your bard? I I, Page  12 This noble monument unread, I love the mean: extremes are vain And yet you complain that your tipple is weaker. And at the words he poured the dark Falernian rosy-lipped I'm informed you received such a tempest of knocks You thought the invitation meant, You share the name of Bacchus-yet 'tis true -' These are gifts that from Bassa and Caelia I get.' POETIC GLORY If Canius dotes on his Libyan fair, With such endearments; it is plain Fields, roses-Paestum's hardly vie with mineThe herbs that never know a winter drear, language of mimes, yet I have not allowed these of mine to speak She has not long to wait Were harvested in Covent Garden! Nor such a one as Curius' lady, I thought them furies coming up from hell). You praise the gourmet's baths; do you design For equal work let us have equal pay. DEAR lady, if you read this little book, May fete you when the danger's past; I am told from the baths he can seldom walk straight. Come quick to my aid and protest-' This is spiteSuch rubbish as that Martial never could write.' Built Babylon's great wall; Nor any ripe and luscious pear, Whate'er they please and in their song To pose as less than man is vile, IN December's frost and sleet MARTIAL'S EPIGRAMS LXXVI BOUGHT APPLAUSE * LXVI Across Suburra till you sight LXXXIII Nescio, sed tu scis res superesse duas. 253, Page  254 I beseech you, if you think fit to listen, A shilling in the pound to pay his debt. ON THE FLAVIAN TEMIPLE, BUILT UPON THE We'ld rather it was then your middle instead. While nations yet to be shall cherish us leave Rome for good, and after sending the Emperor Soon thou shalt meet a rude rebuff, fallitur: in lucem semper Acerra bibit. te facias nimis sodalem '. '"VI But now in his will he has put down his name FAIR Nelly, just wedded and still a coy bride, These Chian figs grown ripe in tempered heat, A FAMILY MAN XXXII No, Quintus; nor am I. And give me, boy, the mug with careless hand That Jack is the lady not Jill. LXXVI Do thou reply as often thou hast said, And go each morn some haughty lord to greet, Iam paedagogo liberatus et cuius Be it cold, be it hot, or whatever betide, 'Am I a fool?' Since first our love began, and we have known There's nothing in the way, THOUGH from Nomentan soil the vintage came, Fessus mille modis illud puerile poposci: And thinks then you chaste will remain. LATONA'S grandson, by whose potions mild Book VII announces He tears his hair and beats his breast. To grant the boons that lowly suppliants ask. Though I cannot add a jot If my dinners were good, he would be my friend too. VII MARTIAL'S EPIGRAMS A ravening bird would be preferred to you, Antiochus. Who are long past the age for legitimate love. JUST because you once kissed my dear girl on the sly, THE DIFFICULT CHOICE And for his god in boyhood crushed their swords. But little fame, for many men * XXXIII non puellam XCV From that far land where northern frosts hold sway? Aye, Lesbia might have loved you and your fame What conflicts and what rivalry of love You would. MARTIAL'S EPIGRAMS So the lad at his bidding cut off every hair, And you would rob me of my humble palm. Your wretched lines, you mocker; While I, all impatience, have waited at home, Or punch the light-stuffed ball with eager fists, Ne futuat. LV At Matina a bleacher: I'm wondering now 'TIS strange that Phoebus dines night after night But to my disgust 'twas but two pounds that came. YOUR culture, manners, birth, and wit Soon there'll be nothing that you do not sell. Shut up the school or tell me if you'll take FESTINAT Polytimus ad puellas; Whom in sedan-chairs we see borne up and down, If a man does not know when the word should be ' No,' A word remove and I will prove The seers of lofty dreams, Tho' half her sight is gone! Constrained his thirst and sipped the very brink; VNUS saepe tibi tota denarius arca XC Both thou forbiddest, Caesar; and hereby For such a fell disaster? Yet they borrow their hue-but more honest are you BOOK SIX CLASSES WHY gird a jewel with a pound of gold? Endowed with Ladas' might of limb Since, sick, thy healing draught I took by stealth; And no man is allowed to share How many a lover will call you within. Oh by what grace did Fate to us restore Their sheltered acres from the hills rise high, That you should crave the ' father's right ' What does Alcides in yon woodland shrine? For well they know how little there is in them. 'Tis just as true and more polite to say, Who as friends neither youths nor yet maidens will own. OF old '0 Times, 0 Manners,' Tully cried, TO THE READER The fame that lives in a deathless song. How happy is your quiet age, how dear Issa est passere nequior Catulli. My roof, too, quakes when your reproof goes forth, * LXIV original Latin-does not rest solely with Martial: part To sit upon the ground, for seats are lacking; 'Your witless care,' she cried, 'hath sought Allured by their beards and their neatly-brushed head. O happy earth, that heard his wailing cry, For if you follow my direction FROM your cup no one ever to drink you allow: And hard beside Diana's shrine A gherkin cannot lie at length; though small * III Clad in this gift you'll laugh at wind and rain. Cassia or cinnamon, SUNT gemini fratres, diuersa sed inguina lingunt. Sextus: If that should fail, my verses might atone; Be it so; No money doles now patrons give, LIII And Venus lies not on a softer down; anthology, in which each piece was of high poetical That they for one untimely taken grieve. A MAN of adamant you surely are So the servants would have a hard service, I think, I WILLINGLY accept your dainty fare Then for the wine, in place of cask or butt, But now you have got your dead patron's estate, You boast the thrice-turned coat, the loan you gave Your lovely soul, the court of royal Rome, How much can care and toil effect, HE wishes that his sire were living still, Not such a one as nursed by Getic cattle DEAR Marullinus, noble sire's true son, If January's joys thou didst bestow. And both have Helen's beauty. My greed if I should pray to meet him there; One thousand to me, for my three MARTIAL'S EPIGRAMS * XX At least tell us something that's pleasant to hear. IANTHIS AND STELLA When all the country's spoils are mine to get Had not your mother been cruelly hard to you. S, Page  9 THE POET'S NEEDS Prepared to their just claims thy help to lend. C Paperback. Their faces your wife's peccadilloes betray. Maternus. Bean tendrils are of thicker filaments spun, Bore you these pages twain so like in face? Their spite Ulysses knew to foil: The scent of Bacchic revels too it knows, Spray-sprinkled Orpheus 'mid the throng One laggard tarried, and the rest of his birth occurring on the first of March: ' Marcus TO FABULLUS TO ZOIL US There your table is stocked from your own rich domain. As kindly critic, nor for business care, MARTIAL'S EPIGRAMS Love at a price far meaner; and its charm, Yea, even Cato, from hell's nether tide THE proverb goes-' Let friends together profit.' For the lightning thou sent thou hast bid pass away. No Spartan dye thy whiteness might decrease, BOOK FIVE A PICKER UP OF TRIFLES TO GALLUS IN twelve whole months one book I hardly finished, Thus far: you ask about the rest? Ask for a loan and you will find it; THE TEMIPLE OF JANUS quid ergo? Horace: Satires Book I (Cambridge Greek and Latin Classics) . Justly the joys of life demand our days, To halve your paltry means were foolish, very, My lily hands and gestures show the poetry of motion. AT three hundred tables your fare might be spread, With brimming purse:-yet still your gifts I wait. Your vineyard blooms 'neath a transparent lid, The consequence that you would make them yours. Irus are you, the type of pauperdom, * XIV 'GIVE ME FAIR AMARYLLIS' Mock mushrooms and mock tunny fin, We are seven good men, each an old trusty friend, 'Tis Caesar's law of mercy these obey. On ice-bound rivers makes his hoopstick rattle, TO LESBIA Yet my humble screed My landlord came his rent to claim; though there, you gave three great advantages over the other two writers: he He soon, however, returned to the 234, Page  235 Tagus and ancient Caius, yield in fame By giving up calling on you? And caring naught for change. THE silent snow a fleece doth cast 124, Page  125 Non tamen hunc pistor, non auferet hunc tibi copo, I ventured upon them one evening to call, young stranger from Spain shared their downfall in his And crawled with dragging footsteps down the street; Band of effeminate priests came along That Heaven is void and gods are not,

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