Love
Book XVI, 177: On the Same
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. V, 1918)
Laughter-loving Aphrodite, minister of the bridal chamber, who girt thee, honey-sweet goddess that thou art, with the weapons of war? To thee the Paean is dear, and golden-haired Hymenaeus and the dulcet charm of shrill-voiced flutes. Why hast thou put on these engines of murder? Is it that thou hast despoiled bold Ares to boast how great is the might of Cypris?
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Thessalonica, Philippus of. “Book XVI, 177: On the Same.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/philippus-thessalonica/77/.
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Thessalonica, Philippus of. “Book XVI, 177: On the Same.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/philippus-thessalonica/77/.
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