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Maxims of Theognis: Alas me, for our cowardice
Translated by Rev. J. Banks (Bohn, 1856) · From Hesiod, Callimachus and Theognis (Bohn, 1856)
Alas me, for our cowardice Cerinthus is undone, and the goodly vineyard of Lelantum is stript. The noble flee; the mean administer the state: would Jove might destroy the Cypselizing race!
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: Alas me, for our cowardice.” Translated by Rev. J. Banks. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/theognis/288/.
Chicago
Megara, Theognis of. “Maxims of Theognis: Alas me, for our cowardice.” Translated by Rev. J. Banks. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/theognis/288/.
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