Social Commentaries
Book XI, 361
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
Two mules, equally advanced in years, adorn my carriage, in all things resembling Homer’s Prayers : lame, wrinkled, with squinting eyes, the escort of Hephaestus, leathery demons who never tasted, I swear it by the Sun, even in a dream, either barley in summer or grass in spring. Therefore, as far as I am concerned, may you live as long as a crow or stag, feeding on empty air.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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