MELEAGER.
- Book V., Epigram 139.
By the god Pan of Arcady I vow
Sweet is thy singing, Zenophil, and thou
Sweetly can'st play the lyre.—Where can I flee
From all thy various charms besieging me?
Not for a moment will they let me rest.
Now 'tis thy slender form in beauty drest,
Now 'tis thy voice, thy grace. What do I say?
It is thyself for whom I burn alway!
- Book V., Epigram 141.
Yes, I call on Love to witness,
- I would rather lend my ear
To the voice of Heliodora
- Than Apollo's music hear!
