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Book IX, 305
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
I had drunk my fill of untempered water, when Bacchus yesterday, standing by my bed, spoke thus: “Thou sleepest a sleep worthy of them whom Aphrodite hates. Tell me, thou temperate man, hast thou heard of Hippolytus? Fear lest thou suffer some fate such as his.” Having so spoken he departed, and ever since then water is not agreeable to me.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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