I abhor, too, the roaming lover, nor do I drink from every well; I loathe all things in common
I wept as I remembered how often you and I had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.
A great book is like great evil.
Mega biblion, mega kakon (Big book, big evil)
Here sleeps Saon, of Acanthus, son of Dicon, a holy sleep: say not that the good die.
Two goddesses now must Cyprus adore; The Muses are ten, the Graces are four; Stella's wit is so charming, so sweet her fair face; She shines a new Venus, a Muse, and a Grace.
A big book is a big misfortune.