Nothing unattested do I sing.
CALLIMACHUSA great book is like great evil.
More Callimachus Quotes
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Nothing unattested do I sing.
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A big book is a big misfortune.
CALLIMACHUSA big book is a big misfortune.
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To little men, gods send little things.
CALLIMACHUSTo little men, gods send little things.
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Here sleeps Saon, of Acanthus, son of Dicon, a holy sleep: say not that the good die.
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O Charidas, what of the under world? Great darkness. And what of the resurrection? A lie. And Pluto? A fable; we perish utterly.
CALLIMACHUSO Charidas, what of the under world? Great darkness. And what of the resurrection? A lie. And Pluto? A fable; we perish utterly.
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You’re walking by the tomb of Battiades, Who knew well how to write poetry, and enjoy Laughter at the right moment, over the wine.
CALLIMACHUSYou’re walking by the tomb of Battiades, Who knew well how to write poetry, and enjoy Laughter at the right moment, over the wine.
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Set a thief to catch a thief.
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More lightly do his sorrows press upon a man, when to a friend or fellow traveller he tells his griefs.
CALLIMACHUSMore lightly do his sorrows press upon a man, when to a friend or fellow traveller he tells his griefs.
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Big book, a big bore.
CALLIMACHUSBig book, a big bore.
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A good man never dies.
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A great book is like great evil.
CALLIMACHUSA great book is like great evil.
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Two goddesses now must Cyprus adore; The Muses are ten, and the Graces are four; Stella’s wit is so charming, so sweet her fair face, She shines a new Venus, a Muse, and a Grace.
CALLIMACHUSTwo goddesses now must Cyprus adore; The Muses are ten, and the Graces are four; Stella’s wit is so charming, so sweet her fair face, She shines a new Venus, a Muse, and a Grace.
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And now that thou art lying, my dear old Carian guest, A handful of grey ashes, long, long ago at rest, Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales awake; For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take.
CALLIMACHUSAnd now that thou art lying, my dear old Carian guest, A handful of grey ashes, long, long ago at rest, Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales awake; For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take.
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I abhor, too, the roaming lover, nor do I drink from every well; I loathe all things in common.
CALLIMACHUSI abhor, too, the roaming lover, nor do I drink from every well; I loathe all things in common.
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I wept as I remembered how often you and I had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.
CALLIMACHUSI wept as I remembered how often you and I had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.
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