{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/4058/?format=json","language":{"code":"fra","iso_name":"French","url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/languages/fra/?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":99994302,"created_at":"2021-02-25T22:00:42Z","updated_at":"2021-02-25T22:00:42Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"Seven years added to thirty are gone already like \nso many pages torn out of my life ; already, Xanthippe, \nmy head is sprinkled with grey hairs, messengers of \nthe age of wisdom. But still I care for the speaking \nmusic of the lyre and for revelling, and in my in- \nsatiate heart the fire is alive. But ye Muses, my \nmistresses, bring it to a close at once with the words \n\"Xanthippe is the end of my madness.” ","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:11.41/?format=json"]}