sailors after winter to see the garland of spring; but most sweet when
one cloak shelters two lovers, and the tale of love is told by both.


III
LOVE'S SWEETNESS
NOSSIS

Nothing is sweeter than love, and all delicious things are second to
it; yes, even honey I spit out of my mouth. Thus saith Nossis; but he
whom the Cyprian loves not, knows not what roses her flowers are.


IV
LOVE AND THE SCHOLAR
MARCUS ARGENTARIUS

Once when turning over the Book of Hesiod in my hands, suddenly I saw
Pyrrha coming in; and casting the book to the ground from my hand, I
cried out, Why bring your works to me, old Hesiod?


V
LOVERS' LIPS
PLATO

Kissing Agathon, I had my soul upon my lips; for it rose, poor wretch,
as though to cross over.