Cratinus, fr. 335

 

 

“Dear gods! Her skin was so soft and smooth!

I played with her breast, and she didn’t complain one bit.”

 

ὡς δὲ μαλακὸν καὶ τέρεν τὸ χρωτίδον, ὦ θεοί

καὶ γὰρ ἐβλίμαζον αὐτήν, ἡδ᾿ ἐφρόντιζ᾿ οὐδὲ ἕν

 

Some old comedy for the new week…

 

(Cratinus? Yes, that one

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