Monday, 4 May 2009

Martial 11.104

I had two lines of this running round and round in my head all night and couldn't remember the source, author, date, or anything. Finally found it:

Uxor, vade foras, aut moribus utere nostris:
Non sum ego nec Curius nec Numa nec Tatius.
Me iucunda iuvant tractae per pocula noctes:
Tu properas pota surgere tristis aqua.

Tu tenebris gaudes: me ludere teste lucerna
Et iuvat admissa rumpere luce latus.
Fascia te tunicaeque obscuraque pallia celant:
At mihi nulla satis nuda puella iacet.
Basia me capiunt blandas imitata columbas:

Tu mihi das, aviae qualia mane soles.
Nec motu dignaris opus nec voce iuvare
Nec digitis, tamquam tura merumque pares:
Masturbabantur Phrygii post ostia servi,
Hectoreo quotiens sederat uxor equo,

Et quamvis Ithaco stertente pudica solebat
Illic Penelope semper habere manum.
Pedicare negas: dabat hoc Cornelia Graccho,
Iulia Pompeio, Porcia, Brute, tibi;
Dulcia Dardanio nondum miscente ministro

Pocula Iuno fuit pro Ganymede Iovi.
Si te delectat gravitas, Lucretia toto
Sis licet usque die: Laïda nocte volo.

Can't find a translation on the web.

The lines running through my head were:

"Even modest Penelope, when Ulysses snored
Kept her hand upon the sceptre of her lord"

Oh well, it killed two hours.

Take care all Dx

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