Living
Book XI, 14
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
Living
Invited to dinner yesterday, when it was time for my siesta, I rested my head on the Gorgon’s pillow or Niobe’s, a pillow which none wove, but someone sawed or hacked out of the quarry and brought to Proclus’ house. If I had not woke up very soon and left it, Proclus would have made his pillow into a grave-stone or coffin for me.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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