Love
Book V, 226
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. I, 1916)
How long, eyes, quaffing boldly beauty’s untempered wine, will ye drain the nectar of the Loves! Let us flee far away, far as we Have the strength, and in the calm to a milder Cypris I will pour a sober offering. But if haply even there the fury possesses me, I will bid ye be wet with icy tears, and suffer for ever the pain ye deserve; for it was you alas! who cast me into such a fiery furnace.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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