Love
Book V, 107
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. I, 1916)
“I know, charming lady, how to love him who loves me, and again I know right well how to bite him who bites me. Do not vex too much one who loves thee, or try to provoke the heavy wrath of the Muses.” So I ever cried to thee and warned, but thou didst hearken to my words no more than the Ionian Sea. So now thou sobbest sorely and complainest, while I sit in Naias’ lap.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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