Love
Book V, 108: Epitaph on a lady called Prote
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. I, 1916)
Unhappy! what first shall I say, what last? Unhappy! that is the essence of all woe. Thou - art gone, O lovely lady, excelling in the beauty of thy body, in the sweetness of thy soul. Rightly they named thee Prote (First): for all was second to the peerless charm that was thine.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Mytilene, Crinagoras of. “Book V, 108: Epitaph on a lady called Prote.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/crinagoras/0/.
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