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Poetry and Prose
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Arctic paws
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  1. Nathan Hodson
  1. Correspondence to Mr. Nathan Hodson, Brighton and Sussex Medical School, Audrey Emerton Building, Eastern Road, Brighton, United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland; N.hodson1{at}uni.bsms.ac.uk

https://doi.org/10.1136/medhum-2016-011156

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    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.

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    • Provenance and peer review Not commissioned; internally peer reviewed.