Living
Book XI, 42
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
Though thy life be always sedentary, and thou hast never sailed on the sea or traversed the high roads of the land, yet set thy foot on the Attic soil, that thou mayest see those long nights of Demeter’s holy rites, whereby while thou art among the living thy mind shall be free from care, and “when thou goest to join the greater number it shall be lighter.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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