Amphis, too, in his Dithyrambic, speaks thus of loving—
What say'st thou?—dost thou think that all your words
Could e'er persuade me that that man's a lover
Who falls in love with a girl's manners only,
And never thinks what kind of face she's got?
I call him mad; nor can I e'er believe
That a poor man, who often sees a rich one,
Forbears to covet some of his great riches.
But Alexis says in his Helena—
The man who falls in love with beauty's flower,