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Maxims of Theognis: My head, Onomacritus, is heavy-with-wine
Translated by Rev. J. Banks (Bohn, 1856) · From Hesiod, Callimachus and Theognis (Bohn, 1856)
My head, Onomacritus, is heavy-with-wine, and wine does violence to me, but I am no longer master of my senses; nay, the chamber whirls-round. Come, let me rise and try whether perchance the wine hath my feet too, and my mind within my breast. I fear lest, in my drunkenness, I should do anything foolish, and incur a great disgrace.
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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MLA
Megara, Theognis of. “Maxims of Theognis: My head, Onomacritus, is heavy-with-wine.” Translated by Rev. J. Banks. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/theognis/197/.
Chicago
Megara, Theognis of. “Maxims of Theognis: My head, Onomacritus, is heavy-with-wine.” Translated by Rev. J. Banks. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/theognis/197/.
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