Death & Dying
Book VIII, 25: On the Same
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. II, 1917)
The sacrificial table never saw thy back, nor did a profane word ever pass thy lips, nor did laughter ever sit, O God’s initiated, on thy soft cheeks. I will say naught of thy secret troubles, O blessed woman. Such wast thou within, and what thou wast outwardly was manifest to all. Therefore didst thou take leave of thy body in the house of God.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Nazianzus, Gregory of. “Book VIII, 25: On the Same.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/gregory-nazianzus/27/.
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Nazianzus, Gregory of. “Book VIII, 25: On the Same.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/gregory-nazianzus/27/.
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