{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/9881/?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":100000226,"created_at":"2021-09-16T20:15:49.429466Z","updated_at":"2021-09-16T20:15:49.429476Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"Aulus the soldier stops his ears when he sees charcoal or laurel, wrapping his yellow duds tight round his head and he shudders at his own useless sword; and if you ever say, “They are coming,” he falls flat on his back. No Polemo or Stratoclides will he approach, but always has Lysimachus for a friend.","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:11.210/?format=json"]}