Love
Book V, 66
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. I, 1916)
Love
Finding Prodike happily alone, I besought her, and clasping her ambrosial knees, “Save,’ I said “a man who is nearly lost, and grant me the little breath that has not left me.’”’ When I said this, she wept, but wiped away the tears and with her tender hands gently repulsed me.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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