Living
Book IX, 263
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
Old Eubule, whenever she had set her heart on anything, used to pick up the nearest stone at her feet, as being Apollo’s prophet, and try it in her hand. Whenever she did not want a thing, it was heavy ; but if she wanted it, it was lighter than a feather. But she acted as it pleased her best, and if she came to grief she set down the unfairness of her hand’s judgment to Phoebus.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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