Arts & Sciences
Book IX, 410
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
A mouse once, lickerish of every kind of food and not even shy of the mouse-trap, but one who won booty even from death, gnawed through Phoebus’ melodious lyre-string. The strained chord springing up to the bridge of the lyre, throttled the mouse. We wonder at the bow’s good aim; but Phoebus uses his lyre, too, as a weapon wherewith to aim well at his enemies,
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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MLA
Sabinus, Tullius. “Book IX, 410.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/tullius-sabinus/0/.
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Sabinus, Tullius. “Book IX, 410.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/tullius-sabinus/0/.