Living
Book IX, 339
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
A raven plying his black wings in the pellucid sky, saw once a scorpion emerging from the ground, and swooped down to catch it; but the scorpion, as the raven dashed down to the ground, was not slow to strike his foot with its powerful sting, and robbed him of life. See how the luckless bird met with the fate he was preparing for another by means of that other.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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