No pleasure is sweeter than love; other joys, are all
second to it ; even the honey from my mouth I spit out.
This is what Nossis says: whoever did not love Kypris,
does not know her blossoms what kind of roses are.
(PALAT. ANT. BOOK V – 170–Epigram by Nossis about 400 BC )
῞Αδιον οὐδὲν ἔρωτος· ἃ δ’ ὄλβια, δεύτερα πάντα
ἐστίν· ὰπὸ στόματος δ’ ἔπτυσα καὶ τὸ μέλι.
Τοῦτο λέγει Νοσσίς· τίνα δ’ ἁ Κύπρις οὐκ ἐφίλασεν,
οὐκ οἶδεν κήνα γ’ ἅνθεα ποῖα ῥόδα.