Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, IN CHARIDEMUM, by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS


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IN CHARIDEMUM, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: You, charidemus, who my cradle swung
Last Line: And your own mistress hails me for a man.
Alternate Author Name(s): Martial
Subject(s): Aging; Barbers


YOU, Charidemus, who my cradle swung,
And watched me all the days that I was young;
You, at whose step the laziest slaves awake,
And both the bailiff and the butler quake;
The barber's suds now blacken with my beard,
And my rough kisses make the maids afeared;
And with reproach your awful eyebrows twitch,
And for the cane, I see, your fingers itch.
If something daintily attired I go,
Straight you exclaim: "Your father did not so."
And fuming, count the bottles on the board
As though my cellar were your private hoard.
Enough, at last: I have done all I can,
And your own mistress hails me for a man.





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