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Book IX, 375
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
What man thus carelessly plucked from the vine-branch the unripe grapes of Bacchus that nurse the wine, and when his lips were drawn up by the taste threw them away, half-chewed refuse for travellers to tread on? May Dionysus be his foe, because, like Lycurgus, he quenched good cheer in its growth. Haply by that drink had some man been moved to song, or found relief from plaintive grief.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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