Love
Book V, 135: To his Jug
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. I, 1916)
Round, well-moulded, one-eared, long-necked, babbling with thy little mouth, merry waitress of Bacchus and the Muses and Cytherea, sweetly-laughing treasuress of our club, why when I am sober are you full and when I get tipsy do you become sober? You don’t keep the laws of conviviality.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Anonymous (Greek Anthology). “Book V, 135: To his Jug.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-greek-anthology/159/.
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Anonymous (Greek Anthology). “Book V, 135: To his Jug.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-greek-anthology/159/.
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