Love
Book V, 112
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. I, 1916)
I loved. Who hath not? I made revels in her honour. Who is uninitiated in those mysteries? But I was distraught. By whom? Was it not by a god ?—Good-bye to it; for already the grey locks hurry on to replace the black, and tell me I have reached the age of discretion. While it was playtime I played ; now it is over I will turn to more worthy thoughts.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Gadara, Philodemus of. “Book V, 112.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/philodemus/6/.
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