Arts & Sciences
Book XVI, 25
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. V, 1918)
If thou hast ever heard of Demostratus from Sinope, who twice won the Isthmian pine-wreath, it is he whom thou lookest on, he whose back never left its seal on the sand from a fall in limber wrestling bouts. Gaze at his countenance animated by pluck like a savage beast’s, how it preserves its ancient look of keenness to win. And the bronze says, “Let my base set me free, and like a living man I will dight me again for the combat.”
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Thessalonica, Philippus of. “Book XVI, 25.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/philippus-thessalonica/70/.
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