Social Commentaries
Book XI, 347
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
Farewell ye whose eyes ever range over the universe, and ye thorn-gathering book-worms of Aristarchus’ school. What serves it me to enquire what path the Sun has run, and whose son was Proteus and who Pygmalion? Let me know works whose lines are clear, but let dark lore waste away the devotees of Callimachus.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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