Love
Book V, 238
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. I, 1916)
Why do I draw my sword from the scabbard ? It is not, dear, I swear it by thyself, to do aught foreign to Love’s service, but to show thee that Ares ! though he be of stubborn steel yields to soft Cypris. This is the companion of my love, and I need no mirror, but look at myself in it, though, being in love, I am blind. But if thou forgettest me, the sword shall pierce my flank,
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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