myrson

Updated: April 30, 2025

Say, which does thy heart choose? For our leisure lends us time to gossip. Myrson. It beseems not mortals to judge the works of God; for sacred are all these things, and all are sweet, yet for thy sake I will speak out, Cleodamus, and declare what is sweeter to me than the rest.

of Phlossa near Smyrna Bion - Theocritus Bion and Moschus Rendered into English Prose

'With one another other sisters sleep, but I lie alone, and alone, maiden, dost thou lie, both being girls unwedded of like age, both fair, and single both in bed do we sleep. The wicked Nysa, the crafty nurse it is that cruelly severs me from thee. For not of thee have I . . . Cleodamus and Myrson discuss the charms of the seasons, and give the palm to a southern spring. Cleodamus.

of Phlossa near Smyrna Bion - Theocritus Bion and Moschus Rendered into English Prose

Lycidas sings to Myrson a fragment about the loves of Achilles and Deidamia. Myrson. Wilt thou be pleased now, Lycidas, to sing me sweetly some sweet Sicilian song, some wistful strain delectable, some lay of love, such as the Cyclops Polyphemus sang on the sea-banks to Galatea? Lycidas. Yes, Myrson, and I too fain would pipe, but what shall I sing? Myrson.

of Phlossa near Smyrna Bion - Theocritus Bion and Moschus Rendered into English Prose

Which is sweetest, to thee, Myrson, spring, or winter or the late autumn or the summer; of which dost thou most desire the coming? Summer, when all are ended, the toils whereat we labour, or the sweet autumn, when hunger weighs lightest on men, or even idle winter, for even in winter many sit warm by the fire, and are lulled in rest and indolence. Or has beautiful spring more delight for thee?

of Phlossa near Smyrna Bion - Theocritus Bion and Moschus Rendered into English Prose