Love
Book XII, 33
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
Love
Heraclitus was fair, when there was a Heraclitus, but now ‘that his prime is past, a screen of hide declares war on those who would scale the fortress. But, son of Polyxenus, seeing this, be not insolently haughty. It is not only on the cheeks that Nemesis grows.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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