Greek Anthology Book 9

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§ 9.702 Anonymous on the same The Athenians set up this house to Zeus, so that, descending from Olympus to earth, he might find another Olympus.
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§ 9.703 An Extract from Herodotus (iv. 91) The sources of the river Tearus supply the best and most beautiful water of any river, and to these came, leading his army against Sardis, the most beautiful and best of all men, Darius, son of Hystaspes, king of Persia and all the continent.
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§ 9.704 Anonymous on a Rotunda Long time wears out even stone, but immortal is the renown of the good deeds of Asclepiodotus in giving so many and such splendid gifts to his native place. Now in addition to them all should be reckoned this hollow structure with its dome.
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§ 9.705 Anonymous This gift, received from the city of Termessus in recognition of his upright jurisdiction, Eusebius dedicates to the god whose servant he is.
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§ 9.706 ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA (?) I am a holy tree. Beware of injuring me as thou passest by, stranger, for I suffer pain if I am mutilated. Remember that my bark is still virginal, not like that of savage wild pear-trees. Who does not know what the race of poplars is like? If thou dost bark me, as I stand here by the road, thou shalt weep for it. Though I am but wood, the Sun cares for me.
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§ 9.707 TULLIUS GEMINUS I am reckoned among rivers, but rival the sea in volume, Strymon, the fresh-water sea of Thrace. I am both a deep stream and a field yielding crops through my water, for water-chestnuts sweeter than the fruits of Demeter rise from me. The depths, too, are productive in Thrace, and we deem, Nile, that the bearer of the crop is superior to its feeder.
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§ 9.708 PHILIPPUS The barbarian bridged the Hellespont in his daring folly, but Time dissolved all that labour. Now Dicaearchia has made the sea a continent, and given the depths the form of dry land. She fixed firmly in the depths a vast supporting structure of stone, and with the hands of the Giants made the water beneath stand still. We could always sail over the sea, but insecure as it was for sailors who travelled on it, it has now promised to remain secure for foot-travellers.
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§ 9.709 PHILIPPUS On the Bronze Statue of the Eurotas by Eutychides The artist moulded Eurotas fresh from his bath of fire, as if still wet and immersed in his stream. For all his limbs are pliant and liquid as water, and he moves flowingly from his head to the tips of his ringers and toes. Art vied with the river. Who was it that coaxed the bronze statue to riot along more liquidly than water?
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§ 9.710 Anonymous on the Pyramids in Memphis Legend invented the false story of Ossa and Pelion mounted on Olympus. But even yet the Egyptian pyramids reach the golden Pleiads with their summits.
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§ 9.711 ZENOBIUS THE GRAMMARIAN The painter wished to depict Grammar herself, and having painted Victor, said: “I have attained my end.”
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§ 9.712 METRODORUS When Law in her old age had been visited by Joannes, she said, rejuvenated: “ Solon, I have you again with me.”
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§ 9.713 713-742 are all on Myron's celebrated Statue of a Heifer. It stood originally in the Agora at Athens, but was transferred to the Temple of Peace at Rome Anonymous I am Myron's little heifer, set up on a base. Goad me, herdsman, and drive me off to the herd.
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§ 9.714 Anonymous Why, Myron, didst thou set me here by the altars? Wilt thou not lead me into the house?
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§ 9.715 ANACREON (?) Herdsman, pasture thy herd far from here, lest taking Myron's heifer to be alive thou drive it off with the rest.
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§ 9.716 By the same Myron pretended this heifer to be the work of his hands, but it was never formed in the mould, but turned into bronze owing to old age.
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§ 9.717 EVENUS Either a complete hide of bronze clothes here a real cow, or the bronze has a soul inside it.
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§ 9.718 By the same Perhaps Myron himself will say this: “I did not mould this heifer, but its image.”
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§ 9.719 LEONIDAS Myron did not mould me; he lied; but driving me from the herd where I was feeding, he fixed me to a stone base.
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§ 9.720 ANTIPATER OF SIDON If Myron had not fixed my feet to this stone I would have gone to pasture with the other cows.
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§ 9.721 ANTIPATER OF SIDON Calf, why dost thou approach my flanks, and why dost thou low? The artist put no milk in my udder.
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§ 9.721a Anonymous The cow has just returned from ploughing, and owing to that is lazy and will not advance.
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§ 9.722 ANTIPATER Pass by the heifer, cowherd, and whistle not to her from afar. She is expecting her calf to suckle it.
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§ 9.723 ANTIPATER The lead and stone hold me fast, but, otherwise, thanks to thee, sculptor Myron, I would be nibbling lotus and rushes.
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§ 9.724 ANTIPATER I think the heifer will low. Of a truth it is not Prometheus alone who moulds living creatures, but thou too, Myron.
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§ 9.725 Anonymous Myron was looking for his own cow among the others, and found it with difficulty by driving the rest away.
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§ 9.726 Anonymous The cow, its mother, moulded this heifer giving birth to it, but the hand of Myron did not mould it, but gave birth to it.
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§ 9.727 Anonymous The horned cow would have spoken, though made of bronze, if Myron had worked entrails inside it.
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§ 9.728 ANTIPATER The heifer, I think, will low, and if it delays it is the fault of the senseless bronze, not Myron's.
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§ 9.729 Anonymous Let someone attach me to the solid plough and put a yoke on my neck, for as far as depends on thy art, Myron, I will plough.
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§ 9.730 DEMETRIUS OF BITHYNIA If a calf sees me, it will low; a bull will mount me, and the herdsman drive me to the herd.
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§ 9.731 Anonymous Myron placed me, the heifer, here, but the herdsmen throw stones at me thinking I have strayed.
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§ 9.732 MARCUS ARGENTARIUS Stranger, if thou seest my herdsman, give him this message, that the sculptor Myron tied me up here.
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§ 9.733 Anonymous Stranger, it was Myron who moulded this cow, on which this calf fawns as if it were alive, taking it for its mother.
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§ 9.734 DIOSCORIDES In vain, bull, thou rushest up to this heifer, for it is lifeless. The sculptor of cows, Myron, deceived thee.
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§ 9.735 Anonymous A calf died beside thy heifer, Myron, deceived into thinking that the bronze had milk inside.
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§ 9.736 Anonymous Alack! Myron, thou didst not have time to complete thy casting, but the bronze hardened before thou couldst put life into it.
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§ 9.737 Anonymous Thou strikest the bronze heifer. Art deceived thee much, herdsman: Myron did not add life.
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§ 9.738 JULIAN, PREFECT OF EGYPT Nature and Queen Art strove in the matter of this cow, and Myron gave to each a prize of equal value. When one looks at it Art robs nature of her superiority, but when one touches it Nature is nature.
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§ 9.739 By the same Myron deceived thee too, gadfly, that thou plungest thy sting into the hard flanks of the bronze cow. But the gadfly is excusable. What wonder! when Myron deceived even the eyes of the herdsmen.
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§ 9.740 GEMINUS It is the base to which it is attached that keeps back the heifer, and if freed from this it will run off to the herd. For the bronze lows. See how much alive the artist made it. If you yoke a fellow to it, perhaps it will plough.
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§ 9.741 Anonymous Thou wast bronze, deceptive heifer, and the husbandman came up to thee dragging a plough and carrying a yoke. He far excels all other artists, Myron, who by his labour made thee alive, just like a labouring cow.
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§ 9.742 PHILIPPUS Take off from my neck, husbandman, the collar, and free me from the iron furrow-cutter; for Myron did not make my bronze into flesh, but his art gave me the aspect of being alive, so that often I even wished to low. He did not, however, let me go to work, but tied me to a base.
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§ 9.743 THEODORIDAS These cows are Thessalian, and by the gates of Itonian Athena they stand, a beautiful gift, all of bronze, twelve in number, the work of Phradmon, all wrought from the spoil of the naked Illyrians.
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§ 9.744 LEONIDAS The goatherds Soson and Simalus, rich in goats, stranger, seeing that they come from... dense with lentiscs, dedicated here to Hermes, the giver of cheeses and milk, this brazen, bearded goat, the lord of the flock.
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§ 9.745 ANYTE Look on the horned goat of Bacchus, how haughtily with saucy eye he looks down on his flowing beard, exulting that often in the mountains the Naiad, caressing his cheeks, took those locks in her rosy hand.
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§ 9.746 KING POLEMO On a Ring This little jasper stone has a seal of seven cows looking like one, and all looking at us as if alive. Perhaps the cows would have run away, but now the little herd is confined in the golden pen.
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§ 9.747 PLATO The little jasper stone is carved with five cows all looking alive as they feed. Perhaps they would run away, but now the little herd is confined in the golden pen.
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§ 9.748 PLATO THE YOUNGER On Dionysus carved on an Amethyst The stone is amethyst, but I am the toper Dionysus. Either let it teach me to be sober, or learn itself to get drunk.
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§ 9.749 OENOMAUS On Love carved on a Bowl Why Love on the bowl? It is enough for the heart to be set on fire by wine. Add not fire to fire.
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§ 9.750 ARCHIAS On Cows carved on a Ring Looking at the cows and the jasper on my hand, you will fancy that the cows breathe and the jasper puts forth grass.
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§ 9.751 PLATO THE YOUNGER The stone is Hyacinthus, and on it are Apollo and Daphne. Of which was Apollo rather the lover?
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§ 9.752 ASCLEPIADES or ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA I am Drunkenness, the work of a skilled hand, but I am carved on the sober stone amethyst. The stone is foreign to the work. But I am the sacred possession of Cleopatra: on the queen's hand even the drunken goddess should be sober.
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§ 9.753 CLAUDIANUS On a Crystal enclosing Water The snow-white crystal, fashioned by the hand of man, showed the variegated image of the perfect universe, the heaven, clasping within it the deepvoiced sea.
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§ 9.754 CLAUDIANUS A. Tell me, ice, water frozen into stone, who froze thee. B. Boreas. A. And who melted thee? B. The South Mind.
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§ 9.755 Anonymous on Scylla in Bronze Unless the bronze glistened and betrayed the work to be a product of Hephaestus' cunning art, one looking from afar would think that Scylla herself stood here, transferred from sea to land, so threatening is her gesture, such wrath does she exhibit, as if dashing ships to pieces in the sea!
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§ 9.756 AEMILIANUS {A Silenus speaks) As far as it depends on thy art, Praxiteles, the stone could wax wanton. Let me loose and I will join in the revel again. It is not that my old age is feeble, but the fettering stone grudges the Sileni their sport.
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§ 9.757 SIMONIDES Iphion of Corinth painted this. There is no fault in his hand, since the achievement far excels the expectation.
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§ 9.758 SIMONIDES Cimon painted the door on the right, and Dionysius that on the right as you go out.
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§ 9.759 Anonymous Of one stone are chariot, charioteer, horses, yoke, reins, whip.
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§ 9.760 Anonymous Of one stone are chariot, charioteer, horses, yoke, reins, and Victory.
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§ 9.761 Anonymous on a Painting of a Bunch of Grapes I was almost grasping the cluster in my fingers, more than deceived by the sight of the colours.
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§ 9.762 ABLABIUS ILLUSTRIUS On the Quoit of Asclepiades Hephaestus wrought me with long labour, but Cytherea took me secretly from her husband's chamber and gave me to Anchises as a souvenir of their stolen intercourse. Asclepiades found me among the descendants of Aeneas.
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§ 9.763 JULIANUS, PREFECT OF EGYPT On a Magistrate's Axe If thou art guilty of crime, thy eyes see here an axe, but if thou art innocent, I am only silver to thee.
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§ 9.764 PAULUS SILENTIARIUS On a Mosquito Net No powerful beast, or fish of the sea, or bird do I catch in my meshes, but men willing to be caught. My defensive art, in no wise inferior to a city's wall, keeps a man who would avoid the sting of flies uneaten as he takes his siesta after the midday meal. I bring him the gift of undisturbed slumber, and save the slaves themselves from their service of chasing the flies away.
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§ 9.765 PAULUS SILENTIARIUS on the same I am hung round wealthy bridal beds and am the net, not of the huntress Artemis, but of the tender Queen of Paphos. I cover the sleeper with a many-meshed web, so that he in no way loses the life-giving breeze.
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§ 9.766 AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS On the same It is the office of nets to surround the winged tribes and enclose their quick brood; but I take pleasure in chasing them away and do not cover them round, but rather keep them off when they attack. Not a single mosquito, however small, will manage to get through the fabric of my net. One may say that I save from death the winged creatures while I guard the beds of men. Can anyone be more righteous than I am?
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§ 9.767 AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS On a Draught-board Seated by this table made of pretty stones, you will start the pleasant game of dice-rattling. Neither be elated when you win, nor put out when you are beaten, blaming the little die. For even in small things the character of a man is revealed, and the dice proclaim the depth of his good sense.
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§ 9.768 AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICLS on the same These things are all play. The shifting current of Fortune is pictured in these unreasoning dice, and, now a winner, now a loser, you will perceive in them the unstable image of mortal life. We praise him who in life and in play imposes a limit on his joy and grief.
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§ 9.769 By the same on the same To men of gentle disposition this is play, but to those lacking in self-restraint it is madness and wandering of the wits and self-imposed pain. If you come in last, speak no word of offence to God, nor boil over and snort loudly. One should neither give oneself trouble in a matter of play, nor play in serious matters. Learn to allot to the hour what befits it.
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§ 9.770 PAULUS SILENTIARIUS On a Cup belonging to his own Unmarried Daughter Anicetia moistens her golden lips in me, and may I give her the bridal draught too.
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§ 9.771 JULIAN, PREFECT OF EGYPT On a Cup on which Swimming Fish were chased or painted: Thetis received Bacchus: at length the truth of Homer's story is confirmed.
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§ 9.772 PHOCAS THE DEACON On a Cup in which the Leavings are collected I am dear to the cup-bearer alone, because I collect for him the wine that is left.
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§ 9.773 PALLADAS The smith transformed Love into a frying-pan, and not unreasonably, as it also burns.
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§ 9.774 GLAUCUS OF ATHENS The Bacchante is of Parian marble., but the sculptor gave life to the stone, and she springs up as if in Bacchic fury. Scopas, thy god-creating art has produced a great marvel, a Thyad, the frenzied slayer of goats.
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§ 9.775 GLAUCUS OF ATHENS The Bacchante has made the son of Cronos a Satyr, and he rushes to the frenzied dance as if he were in Bacchic fury.
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§ 9.776 DIODORUS The colour and the beauty is worthy of Zeuxis; but Satyreius painted me on a little crystal and gave the pretty miniature to Arsinoe. I am the queen's own image, and no whit inferior to a large picture.
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§ 9.777 PHILIPPUS Look how proudly the art of the worker in bronze makes this horse stand. Fierce is his glance as he arches his neck and shakes out his wind-tossed mane for the course. I believe that if a charioteer were to fit the bit to his jaws and prick him with the spur, thy work, Lysippus, would surprise us by running away; for Art makes it breathe.
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§ 9.778 PHILIPPUS On a Tapestry In me Carpo, imitating all by her shuttle's labour at the loom, depicted accurately all the fruitful land, encompassed by Ocean, that obeys great Caesar, and the blue sea as well. I come to Caesar as a present...., for it was the queen's duty to offer the gift long due to the gods.
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§ 9.779 Anonymous on the Base of the Sun-dial in the Arch of the Basilica Look, Light of Freedom, on this gift of our emperor Justin, the tyrannicide, and his wife Sophia, this skilled bronze indicator of the hours from one to twelve. It had been stolen, and Julianus the Praetorian Prefect recovered it with incorruptible hands.
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§ 9.780 Anonymous on a Sun-dial This is the learned stone which contains all the heavens, and which a little regulator adapts to every position of the sun.
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§ 9.781 Anonymous on the Lattice of a House If you shut me I am open, and if you open me you will shut me. Being such, I cannot guard your house.
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§ 9.782 PAULUS SILENTIARIUS On a Water-clock Here men divide the course of bright Phaethon into twelve hours and measure the sun's path by water, lifting up their minds from earth to heaven.
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§ 9.783 Anonymous on a Hermaphrodite which stood in a Bath To men I am Hermes, but to women appear to be Aphrodite, and I bear the tokens of both my parents. Therefore not inappropriately they put me, the Hermaphrodite, the child of doubtful sex, in a bath for both sexes.
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§ 9.784 Anonymous on a Small Bath Revile not small things. Small things possess charm. Cypris' son, Eros, was small too.
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§ 9.785 Anonymous on a Vaulted Chamber on the West side of the Forum Menas built the golden structure for all travellers, glorifying the city of our kings rich in gold.
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§ 9.786 Anonymous The inhabitants erected to the god this beautiful altar, placing it here as a sign to mark the boundary of Leuce and Pteleus. The arbiter of the division is the king of the immortals himself, Cronus' son.
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§ 9.787 SOPHRONIUS THE PATRIARCH On a Guest-house Stranger, who formerly on your arrival by land or by sea wandered about with homeless feet, approach now and stay your steps here, where, if you wish to dwell, you will find a lodging all ready. But if you, citizen, demand who made me, it was Eulogius, the good bishop of Alexandria.
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§ 9.788 Anonymous Under thy rule, noble Fortune, the blest life of men enjoys the light of prosperity. For at thy nod all things bring glory to him whom thou permittest to caress thy divine neck with his right hand. To thy will illustrious kings bow, and the blest leaders of the learned company. Ships, too, rest safer in harbour, saved at sea by thy help, and cities enjoy tranquility, and peoples, and the ambrosial meads of the verdant plain. Therefore looking on thy servant..
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§ 9.789 Anonymous on a Rhetor Look on me, the adorner of learned discourse, who direct my art by the rule of eloquence.
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§ 9.790 ANTIPATER On the temple of Artemis at Ephesus Who was it that transported the maiden's chamber, that once stood in the celestial palace, from Olympus to Ephesus the city of Androclus, the queen of the Ionians, swift in battle, most excellent in war and letters? Was it thyself, slayer of Tityus, who, loving thy nurse more than Olympus, didst set thy chamber in her?
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§ 9.791 APOLLONIDES On a Temple of Aphrodite built in the Sea Cytherea, who hast established in the depths of the flood the foundations of the sanctuary encinctured by thy mother the sea, around thee the sea rejoices, its blue surface smiling gently under the breeze of Zephyr. Because of this act of piety, and thy temple which Postumus erected, thou shalt boast thee more than because of Paphos.
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§ 9.792 ANTIPATER On the Picture of Ulysses' descent to Hell This is the work of Nicias. I am painted here an ever-living city of the dead, the tomb of every age. It was Homer who explored the house of Hades, and I am copied from him as my first original.
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§ 9.793 JULIAN, PREFECT OF EGYPT On Myron's Heifer Looking on this heifer of Myron's you are like to cry out: “Either Nature is lifeless, or Art is alive.”
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§ 9.794 By the same on the same Neat-herd, whither dost thou force me to advance? Stop from goading me. Art did not bestow motion on me too.
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§ 9.795 By the same on the same Skilled Myron either made the bronze alive or drove off a live heifer from the herd and made it into bronze.
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§ 9.796 By the same on the same Sculptor Myron, a traveller came to drive off thy heifer, and feeling the bronze turned out to be a futile thief.
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§ 9.797 By the same on the same A lion when he sees me opens his mouth wide, the husbandman picks up his yoke and the herd his staff.
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§ 9.798 By the same on the same Bear with it, Myron: Art is too strong for thee: the. work is lifeless. Art is the child of Nature, for Art did not invent Nature.
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§ 9.799 Anonymous on the Porphyry Column in the Philadelpheion Muselius is a well-wisher of the Emperor. Public works proclaim it; the force of facts is strong. He presented Constantinople with a Museum and with a splendid painting of the sovereign inside, an honour to poets, an ornament of the city, the hope of youth, the instrument of virtue, the wealth of good men.
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§ 9.800 Anonymous on the same These works did Muselius cheerfully dedicate to words, in pure belief that God is the Word.

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