{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/3874/?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":99994103,"created_at":"2021-01-13T23:15:10Z","updated_at":"2021-01-13T23:15:10Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"You fell in love, Sosicrates, when rich ; now you are poor, you are in love no longer. What an admirable cure is hunger ! And Menophila, who used to call you her sweety and her darling Adonis, now asks your name. \" What man art thou, and whence, thy city where ? \" You have perforce learnt the meaning of the saying, \" None is the friend of him who has nothing.\" ","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:5.113/?format=json"]}