Social Commentaries
Book XI, 191
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
“ Ares, Ares, destroyer of men, blood-fiend,” cease, barber, from cutting me, for you have no place left in which to cut me. But change now to my muscles and my legs below the knees, and cut me there, and I will let you. For even now the shop is full of flies, and if you persist, you will see the tribes of vultures and ravens here.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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