Untouched, O young Satyr, does thy reed utter a sound, or why leaning sideways dost thou put thine ear to the pipe? He laughs and is silent; yet haply had he spoken a word, but was held in forgetfulness by delight? for the wax did not hinder, but of his own will he welcomed silence, with his whole mind turned intent on the pipe.
XLIV ON THE HEIFER OF MYRON AUTHOR UNKNOWN
Ah thou wert not quick enough, Myron, in thy casting; but the bronze grew solid before thou hadst cast in a soul.
XLV ON A SLEEPING SATYR PLATO
This Satyr Diodorus engraved not, but laid to rest; your touch will wake him; the silver is asleep.
XLVI THE LIMIT OF ART PARRHASIUS
Even though incredible to the hearer, I say this; for I affirm that the clear limits of this art have been found under my hand, and the mark is fixed fast that cannot be exceeded. But nothing among mortals is faultless.