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. CALLIMACHUS Known
More lightly do his sorrows press upon a man, when to a friend or fellow traveller he tells his griefs. CALLIMACHUS
I abhor, too, the roaming lover, nor do I drink from every well; I loathe all things in common. CALLIMACHUS DrinkRoam
Here sleeps Saon, of Acanthus, son of Dicon, a holy sleep: say not that the good die. CALLIMACHUS Holy
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. CALLIMACHUS GoddessGrace
