Callimachus

Nothing unattested do I sing.

— Callimachus

Two goddesses now must Cyprus adore; She shines a new Venus, a Muse, and a Grace.

— Callimachus

Here sleeps Saon, of Acanthus, son of Dicon, a holy sleep: say not that the good die.

— Callimachus

O Charidas, what of the under world? Great darkness. And what of the resurrection? A lie. And Pluto? A fable; we perish utterly.

— Callimachus

Set a thief to catch a thief.

— Callimachus