Love
Book XII, 186
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
Love
How long, Mentor, shalt thou maintain this arrogant brow, not even bidding “good day,” as if thou shouldst keep young for all time or tread for ever the pyrrhic dance? Look forward and consider thy end too. Thy beard will come, the last of evils but the greatest, and then thou shalt know what scarcity of friends is.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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