Love
Book V, 291
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. I, 1916)
It, my sweet, you gave me these two apples as tokens of your breasts, I bless you for your great favour; but if your gift does not go beyond the apples, you do me wrong in refusing to quench the fierce fire you lit. Telephus was healed by him who hurt him!; do not, dear, be crueller than an enemy to me.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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