feeling not quite well
I languished, feeling not quite well,
till you, good doctor, treated me;
your icy hands make me as hot as hell,
which will not charge me any fee.
Inspired by an epigram by Martial, Book V, epigram ix:
Languebam: sed tu comitatus protinus ad me
venisti entum, Symmache, disipuliw.
Centum me titigere manus aquiline gelatae:
non habui febrew, Symmache, nunc habeo.
In Wikipedia the following translation is offered:
I felt a little ill and called Dr. Symmachus.
Well, you came, Symmachus, but you brought 100 medical students with you.
One hundred ice-cold hands poked and jabbed me.
I didn't have a fever, Symmachus, when I called you –but now I do.
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