Theocritus—Encomium of Ptolemy.
Oh may a young Torquatus bending
From his mother’s breast to thee,
His tiny infant hands extending,
Laugh with half-open’d lips in childish ecstasy:
May he reflect the father in his face:
Known for a Mallius to the glancing eye
Of strangers unaware, who trace
In the boy’s forehead of paternal grace
A mother’s shining chastity.