Religion
Book VI, 163
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. I, 1916)
What mortal hung here on the wall these spoils in which it were disgraceful for Ares to take delight? Here are set no jagged spears, no plumeless helmet, no shield stained with blood; but all are so polished, so undinted by the steel, as they were spoils of the dance and not of the battle. With these adorn a bridal chamber, but let the precinct of Ares contain arms dripping with the blood of men.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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