Epigram 5.57

τὴν περιφρυγομένην ψυχὴν ἂν πολλάκι καίῃς,
φεύξετ᾽, Ἔρως: καὐτή, σχέτλι᾽, ἔχει πτέρυγας.

Love, if thou burnest too often my scorched soul, she will fly away ; she too, cruel boy, has wings.


From Anthologia Graeca