Love
Book XII, 249
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
Ox-born bee, why, catching sight of my honey, dost thou fly across to the boy’s face, smooth as glass? Wilt thou not cease thy humming and thy effort to touch his most pure skin with thy flower-gathering feet? Off to thy honey-bearing hive, where’er it be, thou truant, lest I bite thee! I, too, have a sting, even love's.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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