And lull'd the youth to sleep with unclosed lids.
And Sappho says to a man who was admired above all measure for his beauty, and who was accounted very handsome indeed—
Stand opposite, my love,
And open upon me
The beauteous grace which from your eyes doth flow.
And what says Anacreon?—
Oh, boy, as maiden fair,
I fix my heart on you;
But you despise my prayer,
And little care that you do hold the reins