Death & Dying
Book VII, 398
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. II, 1917)
I know not whether to blame Bacchus or the rain; both are treacherous for the feet. For this tomb holds Polyxenus who once, returning from the country after a banquet, fell from the slippery hill-side. Far from Aeolian Smyrna he lies. Let everyone at night when drunk dread the rain-soaked path.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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