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Book IX, 548
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
Ye children of the ox, how wrong of you to kill Hermonax, the straying baby boy! The poor child, in the innocence of his heart, went to you thinking you were bees, and you proved worse than vipers. Instead of giving him a dainty feast you drove your murderous stings into him, bitter bees, contrary in nature to your sweet gifts.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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