{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/4288/?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":99994673,"created_at":"2021-04-01T13:37:06Z","updated_at":"2021-04-01T13:37:06Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"Hier, j'étais malade. S'approcha de moi un ennemi, un médecin, qui m'interdit le nectar des coupes. Il me dit de boire de l'eau, ce pauvre sot, qui ne savait même pas que le ressort des mortels, assure Homère, c'est le vin!","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:11.61/?format=json"]}