{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/11653/?format=json","language":{"code":"eng","iso_name":"English","url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/languages/eng/?format=json"},"edition":{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/editions/1/?format=json","descriptions":[{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/descriptions/424/?format=json","language":{"code":"eng","iso_name":"English","url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/languages/eng/?format=json"},"created_at":"2021-05-06T21:10:04.033306Z","updated_at":"2021-05-06T21:10:04.033317Z","description":"Paton edition"}],"edition_type":0,"metadata":{},"created_at":"2021-04-08T21:27:25.406000Z","updated_at":"2021-04-08T21:27:25.406000Z"},"unique_id":100001974,"created_at":"2022-02-24T16:39:40.750005Z","updated_at":"2022-02-24T16:39:40.750022Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"Nicander’s light is out. All the bloom has left his complexion, and not even the name of charm survives, Nicander -whom we once counted among the immortals. But, ye young men. let not your thoughts mount higher than beseems a mortal ; there are such things as hairs.","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:12.39/?format=json"]}