Death & Dying
Book VII, 622
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. II, 1917)
When Borchus the neat-herd went to get the sweet honey-comb, climbing the steep rock by a rope, one of his dogs who used to follow the herd followed him, and, as he was pulling himself up, bit through the thin rope which was trickling with honey. He fell into Hades, grasping, at the cost of his life, that honey which no other man could harvest.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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