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Book IX, 3
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
They planted me, a walnut-tree, by the road-side to amuse passing boys, as a mark for their well-aimed stones. And all my twigs and flourishing shoots are broken, hit as I am by showers of pebbles. It is no advantage for trees to be fruitful. I indeed, poor tree, bore fruit only for my own undoing.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
Codex Note
By some attributed to Plato.
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