Love
Book V, 176
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. I, 1916)
Dreadful is Love, dreadful! But what avails it though I say it again and yet again and with many a sigh, “Love is dreadful” For verily the boy laughs at this, and delights in being ever reproached, and if I curse, he even grows apace. It is a wonder to me, Cypris, how thou, who didst rise from the green sea, didst bring forth fire from water.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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