Martial, : the twelve books of Epigrams,.

MARTIAL'S EPIGRAMS
XVIII
CUM tibi sit facies de qua nec femina possit
Dicere, cum corpus nulla litura notet,
Cur te tam rarus cupiat repetatque fututor
Miraris? Uitium est non leue, Galla, tibi.
Accessi quotiens ad opus mixtisque mouemur
Inguinibus, cunnus non tacet, ipsa taces.
Di facerent ut tu loquereris et ille taceret:
Offendor cunni garrulitatt tui.
Pedere te mallem: namque hoc nec inutie dicit
Symmachus et risum res mouet ista simul.
Quis ridere potest fatui poppysmata cunni?
Cum sonat hic, cui non mentula mensque cadit?
Dic aliquid saltem clamosoque obstrepe cunno
Et, si adeo muta es, disce uel inde loqui.
XIX
ON A FRAGMIENT OF THE ARGO
THOUGH but a worthless log it seem to be,
Of old through seas, unknown before, it steered;
Unscathed it passed the Clashing Rocks, nor feared
The deadlier perils of the Scythian Sea;
And now, though Time, the Victor, vanquish thee,
Brave plank, what stately ship is so revered?
* XX
THE GLUTTON
FOR vile greedy tricks Santra beats all creation.
When he hears of a dinner, for his invitation
He angles for weeks, and then hurries off straight
To the banqueting hall lest perchance he be late.
To start with he asks-' seven helpings of boar,'
And snatches some oysters to add to his score:
Then seizes the legs and the wings of a hare,
And lyingly shouts-' I have had no field-fare.'
With mouthfuls of cake his soiled napkin he stains
Wherein a small scrap of pomegranate remains,
And raisins and mushrooms, and figs oozing ripe
And a horrible skin from the stuffing of tripe.
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