MELEAGER
Book V., Epigram 147.
The violet white and laughing lilies I
Weave with the myrtle and narcissus shy,
And the sweet crocus with them do I twine,
And hyacinth as purple as rich wine,
And roses, flowers that lovers find most fair;
So that my wreath, by Heliodora's grace,
I may upon her perfumed temples place
And crown with flowers her richly curling hair.
Book V., Epigram 148.
Surely, while talking, Heliodora may
Surpass the Graces' selves in grace some day!
Book V., Epigram 155.
Heliodora! Love hath fashioned thee
From out my very heart.
Heliodora, sweet-voiced, unto me
As my soul's soul thou art.
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