Love
Book V, 167
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. I, 1916)
It was night, it was raining, and, love’s third burden, I was in wine; the north wind blew cold and I was alone. But lovely Moschus overpowered all. “Would thou didst wander so, and didst not rest at one door.’ So much I exclaimed there, drenched through. “How long Zeus? Peace, dear Zeus! Thou too didst learn to love.”
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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