Love
Book XII, 118
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
If I came to thee in revel, Archinus, willingly, load me with ten thousand reproaches; but if I am here against my will, consider the vehemence of the cause. Strong wine and love compelled me; one of them pulled me and the other would not let me be sober-minded. But when I came I did not cry who I was or whose, but I kissed the door-post : if that be a sin, I sinned.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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