Love
Book XII, 212
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
Woe is me! Why in tears again and so woebegone, my lad? Tell me plainly; don’t give me pain ; what do you want? You hold out the hollow of your hand to me. Iam done for! You are begging perhaps for payment; and where did you learn that? You no longer love slices of seed-cake and sweet sesame, and nuts to play at shots with, but already your mind is set on gain. May he who taught you perish! What a boy of mine he has spoilt !
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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