Religion
Book IX, 183
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
And of thee too, Fortune, they make mockery now thou art changed, and at the end thou hast not even spared thy own fortune. Thou who hadst once a temple, keepest a tavern in thy old age, and we see thee now serving hot drinks to mortals. Justly bewail thine own mischance, fickle goddess, now that thou reversest thine own fortune like that of mortals.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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