Love
Book XII, 70
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
I will stand up even against Zeus if he would snatch thee from me, Myiscus, to pour out the nectar for him. And yet Zeus often told me himself, «‘ What dost thou dread ? I will not smite thee with jealousy ; I have learnt to pity, for myself I have suffered.” That is what he says, but I, if even a fly buzz past, am in dread lest Zeus prove a liar in my case.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
Cite this poem
MLA
Gadara, Meleager of. “Book XII, 70.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/meleager/85/.
Chicago
Gadara, Meleager of. “Book XII, 70.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/meleager/85/.
Read this poem with the Codex →