Love
Book XII, 250
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
Love
Gone out in revel at night after supper, I, the wolf, found a lamb standing at the door, the son of my neighbour Aristodicus, and throwing my arms round him I kissed him to my heart’s content, promising on my oath many gifts. And now what present shall I bring to him? He does not deserve cheating or Italian perfidy.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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