Death & Dying
Book VII, 128: On the Same
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. II, 1917)
I am Heraclitus. Why do you pull me this way and that, ye illiterate? I did not work for you, but for those who understand me. One man for me is equivalent to thirty thousand and countless men are but as nobody. This I proclaim even in the house of Persephone.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Anonymous (Greek Anthology). “Book VII, 128: On the Same.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-greek-anthology/294/.
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Anonymous (Greek Anthology). “Book VII, 128: On the Same.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-greek-anthology/294/.
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