ἤκουσά του λέγοντος, οὐ δοκῶν κλύειν, πεσσοὺς προσελθών, ἔνθα δὴ παλαίτεροι θάσσουσι, σεμνὸν ἀμφὶ Πειρήνης ὕδωρ,
As I approached the gaming-tables where the old men sit, near the holy spring of Peirene, I heard someone say (I was pretending not to listen)
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