Love
Book XII, 218
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
Love
How long shall I bear with thee, thus laughing only and never uttering a word? Tell me this plainly, Pasiphilus. I entreat and thou laughest ; I entreat again and no answer; I weep and thou laughest. Cruel boy, is this a laughing matter?
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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