Living
Book X, 9
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
Ye fishermen, who pulled your little boat ashore here (Go, hang out your nets to dry) having had a haul of many sea-swimming gurnard (?) and scarus, not without (thrissa) honour me with slender first-fruits of a copious catch, the little Priapus under the lentise bush, the sea-blue god, the revealer of the fish your prey, established in this grove.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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