Tuesday, December 12, 2023
A Cure for What Ails Him
Petronius, Satyricon 138.7 (tr. Michael Heseltine, rev. E.H. Warmington):
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If only I were allowed a kiss, or could put my arms round the breast that is heaven's own self, maybe my body would come back to its strength, and the parts of me that were drowsed with poison, I believe, might be themselves again.
saltem si permitteretur osculum capere, si illud caeleste ac divinum pectus amplecti forsitan rediret hoc corpus ad vires et resipiscerent partes veneficio, credo, sopitae.
resipiscerent codd.: reviviscerent nescioquis apud Burmannum
