Love
Book XII, 45
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
Love
Yea, yea, ye Loves, shoot. I alone stand here a target for many all at once. Spare me not, silly children ; for if ye conquer me ye shall be famous among the immortals for your archery, as masters of a mighty quiver.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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