Love
Book V, 113
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. I, 1916)
You fell in love, Sosicrates, when rich; now you are poor, you are in love no longer. What an admirable cure is hunger! And Menophila, who used to call you her sweety and her darling Adonis, now asks your name. “What man art thou, and whence, thy city where?”’+ You have perforce learnt the meaning of the saying, “None is the friend of him who has nothing.”
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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