Death & Dying
Book IX, 111
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
We should praise the Thracians because they mourn for their children when they issue from their mothers’ wombs to the light, while on the other hand they bless those on whom Death, the unforeseen servant of the Fates, lays his hand. For the living ever pass through every kind of evil, but the dead have found the medicine of all.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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