Love
Book V, 56
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. I, 1916)
They drive me mad, those rosy prattling lips, soul-melting portals of the ambrosial mouth, and the eyes that flash under thick eyebrows, nets and traps of my heart, and those milky paps well-mated, full of charm, fairly formed, more delightful than any flower. But why am I pointing out bones to dogs? Midas’ reeds testify to what befalls taletellers.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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