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Maxims of Theognis: Whoso, look you, thinks that
Translated by Rev. J. Banks (Bohn, 1856) · From Hesiod, Callimachus and Theognis (Bohn, 1856)
Whoso, look you, thinks that his neighbour knows nothing, but that he himself alone possesses intricate counsels, he, I wot, is senseless, reft of sound mind: for we all are acquainted equally with crafty counsels. But one chooses not to follow filthy lucre, whilst to another faithless wile-weavings are more agreeable.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
Codex Note
Literal prose translation by the Rev. J. Banks (Bohn, 1856), printed as prose: the plain-sense companion to Frere’s verse version. Banks’s hyphenated compounds are his own.
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Megara, Theognis of. “Maxims of Theognis: Whoso, look you, thinks that.” Translated by Rev. J. Banks. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/theognis/145/.
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Megara, Theognis of. “Maxims of Theognis: Whoso, look you, thinks that.” Translated by Rev. J. Banks. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/theognis/145/.
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