of Phlossa near Smyrna Bion, Theocritus, Bion and Moschus, Rendered into English Prose
“ Milk the ewe that thou hast, why pursue the thing that shuns thee? Thou wilt find, perchance, another, and a fairer Galatea. Many be the girls that bid me play with them through the night, and softly they all laugh, if perchance I answer them. On land it is plain that I too seem to be somebody!Lo, thus Polyphemus still shepherded his love with song, and lived lighter than if he had given gold for ease. ”
