Death & Dying
Book VIII, 13: On the Same
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. II, 1917)
Great God called me from the bitter wild-olive, and made me, who was not even the last of the sheep, the shepherd of the flock. From my devout rib he gave me wealth of children, and both of us reached a prosperous old age. The mildest of my sons is a priest. If I Gregory suffered death, it is no marvel; I was mortal.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Nazianzus, Gregory of. “Book VIII, 13: On the Same.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/gregory-nazianzus/15/.
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Nazianzus, Gregory of. “Book VIII, 13: On the Same.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/gregory-nazianzus/15/.
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