Love
Book V, 151
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. I, 1916)
Ye shrill-voiced mosquitoes, ye shameless pack, suckers of men’s blood, Night’s winged beasts of prey, let Zenophila, I beseech ye, sleep a little in peace, and come and devour these my limbs. But why do I supplicate in vain? Even pitiless wild beasts rejoice in the warmth of her tender body. But I give ye early warning, cursed creatures : no more of this audacity, or ye shall feel the strength of jealous hands.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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