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MELEAGER.
Book V., Epigram 163.
O Bee! why touchest Heliodora's cheek?
Feaster on flowers! why leav'st the cups of spring?
Would'st have me know that she too feels of Love
The sweet, the unendurable, bitter sting?
Thus say'st thou, loved of lovers? Then begone!
Depart! for long thy message have I known!
Book V., Epigram 171.
The cup laughs with joy to be touched, as she sips,
By the eloquent mouth of the fair Zenophil.
Ah, happy the cup! How I long for those lips
That my whole heart and soul in a breath they may steal!
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