{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/8120/?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":99998497,"created_at":"2021-06-29T14:25:47.054633Z","updated_at":"2021-06-29T14:25:47.054646Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"Eumolpus, finding fault with his aged hands, laid his lyre on the tripod as an offering to Phoebus. He said, \"May I never touch a lyre again or carry the instrument of the music I made of old. Let young men love the lyre-string, but I, instead of holding the plectrum, support my shaky hands on a staff.\"","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:6.83/?format=json"]}