Social Commentaries
Epilogue (Mackail)
Translated by J. W. Mackail (1890) · From Select Epigrams from the Greek Anthology (1890)
I was in love once; who has not been? I have revelled; who is uninitiated in revels? nay, I was mad; at whose prompting but a god's? Let them go; for now the silver hair is fast replacing the black, a messenger of wisdom that comes with age. We too played when the time of playing was; and now that it is no longer, we will turn to worthier thoughts.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Gadara, Philodemus of. “Epilogue (Mackail).” Translated by J. W. Mackail. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/philodemus/33/.
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Gadara, Philodemus of. “Epilogue (Mackail).” Translated by J. W. Mackail. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/philodemus/33/.
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