Religion
Book VI, 83
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. I, 1916)
Eumorphus, finding fault with his aged hands, laid his lyre on the tripod as an offering to Phoebus. He said, ‘‘ May I never touch a lyre again or carry the instrument of the music I made of old. Let young men love the lyre-string, but I, instead of holding the plectrum, support my shaky hands on a staff.”
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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