Living
Book X, 12
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
Come and rest your limbs awhile, travellers, here under the juniper by Hermes, the guardian of the road—not a mixed crowd, but those of you whose knees ache from heavy toil and who thirst after accomplishing a long day’s journey. There is a breeze and a shady seat, and the fountain under the rock will still the weariness that weighs on your limbs. Escaping the midday breath of Autumn’s dog-star, honour Hermes of the wayside as is meet.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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