Τὸ δὲ χεὶλος, ούκ ἒτ οίδα
Τινι μοι τροπω ποιήσεις.
Maiden! first did Nature seek
Lilies for thy spotless cheek;
When with roses came she next
Half delighted, yet more vex’d,
For the lilies there, to see
Blushing at their purity!
Since her labor now was lost,
Roses to the wind she tost.