And found my kisses sweeter than my song.
The fair Sicilians now your soul inflame:
Why was I born, ye gods, a Lesbian dame?”
A wife’s affection is shown in the letter of Laodanna to her husband at Aulis with the Grecian fleet:
“Yet while before the leaguer thou dost lie,
Thy picture is some pleasure to my eye;
There must be something in it more than art,
’Twere very thee, could it thy mind impart:
I kiss the pretty idol, and complain,
As if (like thee) ’twould answer me again.”