Death & Dying
Book VII, 630
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. II, 1917)
Now nearing my country I said, “To-morrow shall this wind that blew so long against me abate.” Scarce had I closed my lips when the sea became like hell, and that light word I spoke was my destruction. Beware ever of that word to-morrow ”; not even little things are unnoticed by the Nemesis that is the foe of our tongues.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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