Love
Book XII, 126
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
Love
Pain has begun to touch my heart, for hot Love, as he strayed, scratched it with the tip of his nails, and, smiling, said, “ Again, O unhappy lover, thou shalt have the sweet wound, burnt by biting honey.” Since when, seeing among the youths the fresh sapling Diophantus, I can neither fly nor abide.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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