English poem
Xi. 141
by James Williams (1822–1892)
A pig, a goat, an ox I lost: I want them back at any cost, And so retained, O woful fate! Menecles for my advocate. But tell me, will you, what have these In common with Othryades? The heroes of Thermopylæ Have nought to do with theft from me. Against Eutychides I bring My action for a trivial thing. Let Xerxes rest a little space, And leave the Spartans in their place. For if you don't put all this by I'll go into the streets and cry, "The voice of Menecles is big, But what about my stolen pig?"
Lucillus.
[This Epigram is probably an imitation of that of Martial, on p. 90.]