Nature
Book IX, 217
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
Nature
Ye goats, why, deserting the thyme and spurge and all the green pasture that is yours, do ye start leaping round and round, wantonly butting at each other, prancing round shepherd Pan, the denizen of the forest? Give over that boxing, or the crook ye detest may find its way to you from the goat-herd’s hand.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Scaevola, Mucius. “Book IX, 217.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/mucius-scaevola/0/.
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Scaevola, Mucius. “Book IX, 217.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/mucius-scaevola/0/.