Mythology & Folklore
Book XVI, 15a
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. V, 1918)
A. Where are those cups of thine, thou tippler, where the thyrse beautifully entwined, and thy revels, O nimble-footed Satyr? Who set thee to the chisel, making fast thy feet in welded fetters, thee who didst once wrap Bacchus in swaddling-bands? B. Hideous want and all-enduring necessity, which have put me beside Hephaestus to drink coal-dust.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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