Love
Book XII, 115
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
I have quaffed untempered madness, and all drunk with words I have armed myself with much frenzy for the way. I will march with music to her door, and what care I for God’s thunder and what for his bolts, I who, if he cast them, carry love as an impenetrable shield ?
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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