Living
Book X, 121
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
Living
He who says openly that he hates us does not hurt us so much as the man who simulates pure friendship. For having previous knowledge of him who hates us, we avoid him, but we do not guard ourselves against him who says he loves us. Him I judge a grievous enemy, who, when we trust him as a friend, does us injury by stealth.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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MLA
Rarus. “Book X, 121.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/rarus/0/.
Chicago
Rarus. “Book X, 121.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/rarus/0/.