Love
Book XII, 179
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
Love
I swore to thee, son of Gronos, that never, not even to myself, would I utter what Theudis told me I might have. But my froward soul flies high in exultation and cannot contain the good. But I will out with it: pardon me, Zeus, “ He yielded.” Father Zeus, what delight is there in good fortune that is known to none?
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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