230 Quotes About Willis-barnstone

All is laughter and dust. And all is nothing,since out of unreason comes all that is.

We his grateful opponents erected this statueTo Apis a Thoughtful Boxerwho even when clinching never hurt any of us.

In spring the quince treesripen in the girls' holy orchardwith river waters;and grapes turn violetunder the shade of luxuriant leafage and newborn shoots.But for me, Eros knows no winter sleep, and as north windsburn down from Thracewith searing lighting,Kypris mutilates my heart with blackand baleful love.

Even now Eros looks at me with tenderness from under dark eyelids, and casts me spellboundinto Aphrodite's nets where I lie caughtinextricably,for I swear his mere approach makes me tremblelike an old champion chariot horse, as hedraws a swift cart unwillingly to the race.

In the high branches perch the mottled ducksand purple cormorants with their sleek throatsand kingfishers of the long wings.O let my heart always be like the birdsof the purple crest and long wings!

Hold my coat while I belt Boupalos in the eye.I am ambidextrous and never miss a punch.

Never yet has the blind god, Wealth,come to my house and said 'Hipponax,I'm giving you thirty silver minasand much more.' No, he's far too tight.

I will abandon my agonized soul to viceif instantly you don't send a medimnos of barley. From the flour I'll make a brewto drink as medicine against my sorrows.

In a Lydian voice she said, 'Come quick,I will plug up your tight asshole.'And she beat my balls with a branchas though I were a scapegoat. I tripped,and stuck on the gallows I suffereda double torture: a branch lashedmy chest; someone wet me with cowshit and my ass stank. Beetles came, drawnby the stinking gook like summer flies.They fell on me, shoved, filing their teethon my bones. The invasion complete,I ached more than a Pygelian plague.