Love
Book V, 130
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. I, 1916)
Love
Why so gloomy, and what do these untidy ruffled locks mean, Philaenis, and those eyes suffused with tears? Did you see your lover with a rival on his lap? Tell me; I know a cure for sorrow. You cry, but don’t confess; in vain you seek to deny; eyes are more to be trusted than the tongue.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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