Love
Book V, 248
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. I, 1916)
O all-daring hand, how could you seize her tightly by her all-golden hair and drag her about? How could you? Did not her piteous cries soften you, her torn hair, her meekly bent neck? Now in vain you beat my forehead again and again. Nevermore shall your palm be allowed to touch her breasts. Nay, I pray thee, my lady, punish me not so cruelly: rather than that I would gladly die by the sword.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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