Living
Book IX, 11
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
One man was maimed in his legs, while another had lost his eyesight, but each contributed to the other that of which mischance had deprived him. For the blind man, taking the lame man on his shoulders, kept a straight course by listening to the other’s orders. It was bitter, all-daring necessity which taught them all this, instructing them how, by dividing their imperfections between them, to make a perfect whole.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
Codex Note
Also attributed to Isidorus.
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