Living
Book IX, 274
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
The young cow, obeying the goad that pricks her thighs, cuts the recurring furrows of the field, and again, after her ploughing-labour under the yoke, suffers fresh pain in suckling her newly-born calf. Do not drive her hard, husbandman. This little calf of hers, if you spare the mother, will grow up for you and become a steer.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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