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.


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