Love
Book XII, 121
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
Love
Tell me, Cleonicus, did the bright Graces meet thee walking in a narrow lane and take thee in their rosy arms, dear boy, that thou hast become such a Grace as thou art? From afar I bid thee all hail, but ah dear, it is not safe for a dry corn-stalk to draw nearer to the fire.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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