Living
Book IX, 546
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
Once in a way let my couch be on the ship’s poop, the weather-cloths above sounding with the blows of the spray, the fire breaking out from the stones,’ and the pot upon them bubbling with empty noise. Let my eyes be on the unwashed cabin boy, and let my table be the first plank of the deck that offers; and a game of “‘Give and take” and the gossip of the sailors. The other day this happened to me, who love to be at hail fellow all round.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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