Religion
Book VI, 107
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. I, 1916)
The huntsman Gelo dedicates to Pan, the ranger of the forest, me, his spear, the edge of which time hath worn by use, also the old rags of his twisted hunting-nets, his nooses that throttle the neck, his foot-traps, made of sinews, quick to nip beasts by the leg, and the collars, masters of his dogs’ necks; for Time has overcome his strength, and he has now renounced wandering over the hills.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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