Nay by Demo's tresses, nay by Heliodora's sandal, nay by Timarion's scent-dripping doorway, nay by great-eyed Anticleia's dainty smile, nay by Dorothea's fresh-blossomed garlands, no longer, Love, does thy quiver hide its bitter winged arrows, for thy shafts are all fixed in me.
LI LOVE'S EXCESS AUTHOR UNKNOWN
Arm thyself, Cypris, with thy bow, and go at thy leisure to some other mark; for I have not even room left for a wound.
LII MOTH AND CANDLE MELEAGER
If thou scorch so often the soul that flutters round thee, O Love, she will flee away from thee; she too, O cruel, has wings.
LIII LOVE AT AUCTION MELEAGER
Let him be sold, even while he is yet asleep on his mother's bosom, let him be sold; why should I have the rearing of this impudent thing? For it is snub-nosed and winged, and scratches with its nail-tips, and weeping laughs often between; and furthermore it is unabashed, ever- talking, sharp-glancing, wild and not gentle even to its very own mother, every way a monster; so it shall be sold; if any outward-bound merchant will buy a boy, let him come hither. And yet he beseeches, see, all in tears. I sell thee no more; be comforted; stay here and live with Zenophile.
LIV INTER MINORA SIDERA MARCUS ARGENTARIUS
Pour ten cups for Lysidice, and for beloved Euphrante, slave, give me one cup. Thou wilt say I love Lysidice more? No, by sweet Bacchus, whom I drink deep in this bowl; Euphrante for me, one against ten; for the one splendour of the moon also outshines the innumerable stars.