Love
Book XII, 71
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
Thessalian Cleonicus, poor wretch, poor wretch! By the piercing sun I did not know you, man. Where have you been? You are nothing but hair and bone. Can it be that my evil spirit besets you, and you have met with a cruel stroke from heaven? I see it; i.e. no eagle, but a fly. Eoxitheus has run away with you. Yes, when you came here, you rascal, you were looking at the beauty with both eyes.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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