I chanced across this thread while searching for something else, and thought I'd resurrect it.
benissimus wrote:Martial 1.13
Casta suo gladium cum traderet Arria Paeto,
quem de uisceribus strinxerat ipsa suis,
'Si qua fides, uulnus quod feci non dolet,' inquit,
'sed tu quod facies, hoc mihi, Paete, dolet.'
When I was working on Wheelock a number of years ago, some muse possessed me to compose a limerick. And then another. And then another.
I'll post here one a day until I run out.
Chaste Arria gives her Paetus the gimlet,
Drawn fresh from her personal giblets,
"It's just a scratch, see?
This wound don't hurt me,
Like the one you must take, you big dimwit!"