Arctic paws
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* Nathan Hodson

*A translation of Epigram V.9 by Martial (c. AD38 – c. 103)*

> > Under the weather, I was:
> > 
> > Languishing on level six.
> > 
> > You were quick to come by, Prof Symmachus.
> > 
> > Poke your head round the curtain to check I don't mind
> > 
> > Before a hundred disciples pour in behind.
> > 
> > (A hundred drizzles of alcohol gel)
> > 
> > Didn't feel all that bright as the first took my wrist;
> > 
> > By the last I was septic as well.

Epigram V.9

*Martial*

> > Languebam: sed tu comitatus protinus ad me
> > 
> >  uenisti centum, Symmache, discipulis.
> > 
> > Centum me tetigere manus aquilone gelatae:
> > 
> >  non habui febrem, Symmache, nunc habeo. 

## Footnotes

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