{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/11691/?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":100002010,"created_at":"2022-03-07T17:09:56.208227Z","updated_at":"2022-03-07T17:09:56.208245Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"If thou wert to grow golden wings above, and on thy silvery shoulders were slung a quiver full of arrows, and thou wert to stand, dear, beside Love in his splendour, never, by Hermes I swear it, would Cypris herself know which is her son.","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:12.77/?format=json"]}