{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/4059/?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":99994694,"created_at":"2021-04-01T13:46:04Z","updated_at":"2021-04-01T13:46:04Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"A mes trentes ans viennent s'ajouter encore sept années, nouvelles pages déchirées au livre de ma vie; déjà aussi mes cheveux se parsèment de fils blancs, messagères, Xanthippe, de l'âge de la sagesse. Mais chants, causeries, et banquets me tiennent encore à coeur, et le feu couve en mon âme insatiable. Allons, vite, Muses, écrivez la vraie conclusion, celle qui mettra un terme à ma folie, ô maîtresse.","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:11.41/?format=json"]}