{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/3498/?format=json","language":{"code":"fra","iso_name":"French","url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/languages/fra/?format=json"},"edition":{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/editions/21/?format=json","descriptions":[{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/descriptions/243/?format=json","language":{"code":"eng","iso_name":"English","url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/languages/eng/?format=json"},"created_at":"2021-04-08T21:28:09.159000Z","updated_at":"2021-04-08T21:28:09.159000Z","description":"R. Aubreton"}],"edition_type":0,"metadata":{},"created_at":"2021-04-08T21:28:09.159000Z","updated_at":"2021-04-08T21:28:09.159000Z"},"unique_id":99994734,"created_at":"2021-04-01T14:03:07Z","updated_at":"2021-04-01T14:03:07Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"J'aurais voulu être riche comme Crésus le fut jadis, et régner sur la grande Asie. Mais lorsque je regarde Nicanor, le fabricant de cercueils, que je songe à quoi il destine ses étuis, alors oui, je répand ma farine, je me grise de cotyles et toute l'Asie je la vends, pour des parfums et des couronnes!","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:11.3/?format=json"]}