Love
Book XII, 191
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
Love
Wast thou not yesterday a boy, and we had never even dreamt of this beard coming? How did this accursed thing spring up, covering with hair all that was so pretty before? Heavens what a marvel! Yesterday you were Troilus and to-day how have you become Priam?
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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