Μολπαν ται Μοισαι μοι αει ποθεοντι διδοιεν, Ταν γλυκεραν μολπαν, τας — Bion of Smyrna

"Sleep no more, Cypris, beneath thy purple coverlet, but awake to thy misery; put on the sable robe and fall to beating thy breast, and tell it to the world, The beauteous Adonis іs dead."

"I be no thief nor highwayman—tis not for that I’m abroad at night—, but a lover; and lovers deserve all aid."

"... But I will go my way to yonder hillside, singing low to sand and shore my supplication of the cruel Galatea; for I will not give over my sweet hopes till I come unto uttermost old age ..."