"You are the perfume of your perfume."
(loosely) Adespoton, Anth. 5.91
Philip of Thessalonika:
Χαίροιθ’, οἱ περὶ κόσμον ἀεὶ πεπλανηκότες ὄμμα
A long farewell to your universe-swivelling optics,
and to all your Aristarchoid acanthologizing bookworms!
What do I care about aphelion or perihelion,
or the generations of Proteus or Pygmalion?
Clarity, clarity always! and may some tenebrous saga
wither the bones of the Hypercallimachoids!
Anth. 11.347 [Translated by Edwin Morgan as no. 474 in Peter Jay's Penguin]
The sky will estinguish its stars, and the sun
will appear shining in the folds of night,
and the seawill be a well of fresh water for men,
and the dead will come back to the land of the living,
before forgetfulness of those ancient lines
can steal from us the far-famed name of Homer.
Anth. 9.575 [Translated by Edwin Morgan as no. 472 in Peter Jay's Penguin]