{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/7935/?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":99998312,"created_at":"2021-06-15T23:04:26.334110Z","updated_at":"2021-06-15T23:04:26.334121Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"Antiodemis, the nursling of Aphrodite, who from\r\nher babyhood slept on purple cloth, the glance of\r\nwhose melting eyes is softer than sleep, the halcyon\r\nof Lysis,¹ the delightful toy of Methe, whose arms\r\nflow like water, who alone among women has no\r\nbones at all (for she was all cream-cheese), has\r\ncrossed to Italy, that by her softening charm she\r\nmay make Rome cease from war and lay down the\r\nsword.","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:9.567/?format=json"]}