{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/4293/?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":99994576,"created_at":"2021-03-22T16:04:45Z","updated_at":"2021-03-22T16:04:45Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"Ye men who care for the rites of harmless Bacchus, \ncast away poverty by the hope the vine inspires. Let \nme have a punch-bowl for a cup, and instead of a cask, \na wine-vat at hand, the home of bright jollity. Then straight when I have drunk a bowl of my wine I will fight with the giants, the sons of Canastra, if thou \nwilt. I dread not the ruthless sea nor the thunder- \nbolt, having the sure courage of fearless Bacchus. ","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:11.63/?format=json"]}