Nothing is sweeter than love, all other blessings
come second to it. I have spat even honey
out of my mouth — I, Nossis,
say this is so. But one whom Kypris
has not loved, will never know
what roses her flowers are.
-Nossis (trans. Peter Jay)
The regions of Tyre are noted
for the delicate beauty of their people.
And do no the bright regions of the sky
pale when Myiscus steps forth?
-Meleager (trans. Peter Whigham)
The grammarian's daughter,
having declined with a man,
gave birth to children — masculine,
feminine, and neuter.
-Palladas (trans. Peter Jay)
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