If you are squeamish, don't prod the beach rubble.
Greek lyric poet
If you are squeamish, don't prod the beach rubble.
Greek lyric poet
From a poetic fragment, possibly an admonition or a statement about encountering harsh realities.
c. 7th-6th Century BCE
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