“Grief overcomes me every time I remember that he was planning to leave me even as he kissed me”
ὀδύνη μ᾿ ἔχει,
ὅταν ἀναμνησθῶ
ὥς με κατεφίλει ᾿πιβούλως μέλλων
με καταλιμπάν[ει]ν
Sophron? Mimes? Yeah, not part of our usual fare…But Plato read them to help himself sleep.
