Social Commentaries
Book XI, 246
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
From what quarry, Dionysius, did you hew these timbers? Of what mill-stones is the ship built? For if I know anything about it, it is a kind of lead, not oak or pine, and the lower part of me is nearly taking root. Perhaps I shall suddenly become a stone; and then the worst of it is Melito will write a rotten drama about me as if I were Niobe.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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