Living
Book IX, 372
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
The spider, that had woven her fine web with her slender feet, had caught a cicada in her crooked meshes. But when I saw the little songster lamenting in the fine toils I did not pass hastily by, but freeing him from the nooses, I comforted him and said: “Be saved, thou who callest with the musical voice.”
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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