{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/8584/?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":99998955,"created_at":"2021-07-15T15:36:35.842593Z","updated_at":"2021-07-15T15:36:35.842600Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"A mouse once, lickerish of every kind of food and\r\nnot even shy of the mouse-trap, but one who won\r\nbooty even from death, gnawed through Phoebus'\r\nmelodious lyre-string. The strained chord springing\r\nup to the bridge of the lyre, throttled the mouse.\r\nWe wonder at the bow's good aim ; but Phoebus\r\nuses his lyre, too, as a weapon wherewith to aim well\r\nat his enemies.","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:9.410/?format=json"]}