Love
Book XII, 148
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
Love
I know my hands are empty of wealth, but, by the Graces I beseech thee, Menippus, tell me not my own dream.' It hurts me to hear continually these bitter words. Yes, my dear, this is the most unloving thing in all thy bearing to me.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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