Some say a host of cavalry, others of infantry,
and others of ships,
is the most beautiful thing on the black earth,
but I say it is whatsoever a person loves.
It is perfectly easy to make this understood by everyone:
for she who far surpassed mankind in beauty, Helen,
left her most noble husband and went sailing off to Troy with no thought at all!
for her child or dear parents, but (love) led her astray . . . lightly . . . and she has reminded me now of Anactoria who is not here;
I would rather see her lovely walk and the bright sparkle of her face
than the Lydians’chariots and armed infantry…
Calamity and conﬂagration! Strife!
Elissus has attained the time of life,
Sixteen, that’s made for love, and he has all
The adolescent graces great and small:
A honeyed voice, a mouth that’s sweet to kiss,
And an accommodating oriﬁce.
But, “Look, don’t touch!” he tells me. What a fate!
I’ll lie awake all night and—meditate.
no tear yet bathed my breast nor broke my sleep,
and what was not in me seemed to me a miracle in others.
Alas, what am I?
what was I?
Children begin by loving their parents.
After a time they judge them.
Rarely, if ever, do they forgive them.
A loveless life is hell, no doubt about
It; one can’t say or do a thing without
Longing. If Xenophilus came in sight,
Slow though I am, I’d reach the speed of light.
Far from avoiding what you can’t control,
Pursue it. Love’s the whetstone of the soul…
Alpheius of Mytilene
Do good to others and others will do good to you.
Hate people and be hated by them.
Hurt them and they will hurt you.
What is hard about that ?
Bring water, bring wine, boy! Bring flowering
garlands to me! Yes, bring them, so that I may try a
bout with love.