Love
Book V, 188
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. I, 1916)
It is not I who wrong Love. I am gentle, I call Cypris to witness ; but he shot me from a treacherous bow, and I am all being consumed to ashes. One burning arrow after another he speeds at me and not for a moment does his fire slacken. Now I, a mortal, shall avenge myself on the transgressor though the god be winged. Can I be blamed for self-defence ?
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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