Arts & Sciences
Book XIV, 122
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. V, 1918)
After staining the holy chaplet of fair-eyed Justice that I might see thee, all-subduing gold, grow so much, I have nothing; for I gave forty talents under evil auspices to my friends in vain, while, O ye varied mischances of men, I see my enemy in possession of the half, the third, and the eighth of my fortune.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
Codex Note
Solution: 960 talents.
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