Ἀσπίδι μεν Σαίων τις ἀγάλλεται [Fr. West 5, Tarditi 8]

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Some Saian takes pleasure in my shield, which beside a bush,	One of the tribesmen in Thrace now delights in the shield I discarded
the fine armour, threw I against my will.	Unwillingly near a bush, for it was perfectly good,
But I saved myself. What is to me that shield?	But at least I got myself safely out. Why should I care for that shield?
Let it go. Soon I'll get no worse.	Let it go. Some other time I'll find another no worse.