{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/12694/?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":100002991,"created_at":"2022-04-27T18:49:38.808655Z","updated_at":"2022-04-27T18:49:38.808672Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"Thessalian Cleonicus, poor wretch, poor wretch! By the piercing sun I did not know you, man. Where have you been ? You are nothing but hair and bone. Can it be that my evil spirit besets you, and you have met with a cruel stroke from heaven ? I see it ; Euxitheus lias run away with you. Yes, when you came here, you rascal, you were looking at the beauty with both eyes.","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:12.71/?format=json"]}