{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/4043/?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":99994286,"created_at":"2021-02-25T18:36:56Z","updated_at":"2021-02-25T18:36:56Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"When you were pretty, Archestratus, and the \nhearts of the young men were burnt for your wine- \nred cheeks, there was no talk of friendship with me, \nbut sporting with others you spoilt your prime like a \nrose. Now, however, when you begin to blacken with \nhorrid hair, you would force me to be your friend, \noffering me the straw after giving the harvest to \nothers. ","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:11.36/?format=json"]}