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Maxims of Theognis: There is no one of
Translated by Rev. J. Banks (Bohn, 1856) · From Hesiod, Callimachus and Theognis (Bohn, 1856)
There is no one of mortals, who, when once earth shall cover him, and he shall have descended to Erebus and the abode of Proserpine, delights therein, because he neither hears lyre nor piper, nor lifts to his lips the gifts of Bacchus. Seeing these things, I shall feel well at heart, so long as untremblingly I carry light limbs and head.
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: There is no one of.” Translated by Rev. J. Banks. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/theognis/303/.
Chicago
Megara, Theognis of. “Maxims of Theognis: There is no one of.” Translated by Rev. J. Banks. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/theognis/303/.
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