Living
Book IX, 566
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
Living
A successful poet, Dionysus, is a man of few words. The most he says is “I conquer.” But he whom thy auspicious gale favours not, if he be asked “What luck ?” says “Things go hard with me.” Let such phrases be his who broods on fancied injustice. But mine, O Lord, be the few syllables.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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