Love
Book XII, 141
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
By Cypris, thou hast spoken what not even a god might, O spirit, who hast learnt to be too daring. Theron seemed not fair to thee. He seemed not fair to thee, Theron. But thou thyself hast brought it on thee, not dreading even the fiery bolts of Zeus. Wherefore, lo indignant Nemesis hath exposed thee, once so voluble, to be gazed at, as an example of an unguarded tongue.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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