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|1.35: Ibycus, fragment 287 PMG
Eros, melting me once more with his gaze
From under dark lids,41
With all manner of charms throws me again
Into the boundless nets of the Love Goddess.
5 I tremble at him as he comes,
Like an old prize horse who knows the yoke
And unwilling goes into the swift chariot race
One more time.
1.36: Ibycus, fragment 288 PMG
Euryalus, offspring of the blue-eyed Graces42
And care of the fair-haired Seasons,
The Love Goddess and tender-eyed Seduction
Nurtured you among rosebuds.