Love
Book XII, 217
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
So soon thou rushest to the wars, still an ignorant boy and delicate. What art thou doing? Ho look to it, change thy resolve. Alas who persuaded thee to grasp the spear? Who bad thee take the shield in thy hand or hide that head in a helmet? Most blessed he, whoe’er he be, who, some new Achilles, shall take his pleasure in the tent with such a Patroclus !
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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