In love, a verse of Mimnermus has more power than one of Homer.
Every man now worships gold, all other reverence being done away.
Do not unto another that which you would not he should do unto you.
Allow me, whom Fortune always desires to bury, lay down my life in these final trivialities. Many have freely died in longlasting loves, among whose number may the earth cover me as well.
Afflicted by love's madness all are blind.
Tell me who is able to keep his bed chaste, or which goddess is able to live with one god alone?