Living
The Passing of Youth (Mackail)
Translated by J. W. Mackail (1890) · From Select Epigrams from the Greek Anthology (1890)
Thou slumberest, O comrade; but the cup itself cries to thee, "Awake; do not make thy pleasure in the rehearsal of death." Spare not, Diodorus, slipping greedily into wine, drink deep, even to the tottering of the knee. Time shall be when we shall not drink, long and long; nay come, make haste; prudence already lays her hand on our temples.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Apollonides. “The Passing of Youth (Mackail).” Translated by J. W. Mackail. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/apollonides/35/.
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Apollonides. “The Passing of Youth (Mackail).” Translated by J. W. Mackail. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/apollonides/35/.
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