Age overtakes us all; Our temples first; then on o'er cheek and chin, Slowly and surely, creep the frosts of Time. Up and do somewhat, ere thy limbs are sere. — Theocritus Copy Share Image
Verily, great grace may go with a little gift; and precious are all things that come from friends. — Theocritus Copy Share Image
Reflect, ere you spurn me, that youth at his sides Wears wings; and once gone, all pursuit he derides. — Theocritus Copy Share Image
Cicala to cicala is dear, and ant to ant, and hawks to hawks, but to me the muse and song. — Theocritus Copy Share Image
Men shall look on thee and murmur to each other, "Lo! how small Was the gift, and yet how precious! Friendship 's gifts are… — Theocritus Copy Share Image
