Theocritus

Faults are beauties, when survey'd by love.

— Theocritus

Milk the ewe that thou hast, why pursue the thing that shuns thee?

— Theocritus

The godly seed fares well: the wicked's is accurst.

— Theocritus

Men shall look on thee and murmur to each other, "Lo! how smallWas the gift, and yet how precious! Friendship's gifts are priceless all."

— Theocritus

Reflect, ere you spurn me, that youth at his sidesWears wings; and once gone, all pursuit he derides.

— Theocritus

Sameron adion aso

— Theocritus