Living
Book XI, 1
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
Living
At the feast of Hermes, Aphrodisius, as he was carrying six choes of wine, stumbled and threw us into deep mourning. ‘“ Wine was the death even of the Centaurs.” Would it had been ours; but now it is it we have lost.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Nicarchus. “Book XI, 1.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/nicarchus/8/.
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