Religion
Book VI, 291
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. I, 1916)
Bacchylis, the sponge of the cups of Bacchus, once when she fell sick addressed Demeter something in this way. “If I escape from the wave of this pernicious fever, for the space of a hundred suns I will drink but fresh spring water and avoid Bacchus and wine.” But when she was quit of her illness, on the very first day she devised this dodge. She took a sieve, and looking through its close meshes, saw even more than a hundred suns.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
Codex Note
Antipater (Sidon or Thessalonica).
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