S: To what, dear bridegroom, am I to liken you best?
   I liken you most to a slim sapling.  (Sappho)

M: 'Tis unseemly for mortal men to judge of the works of heaven, but
   Peer of the gods is that man, who
   face to face, sits listening
   to your sweet speech and lovely laughter.  (Bion)

S: I swear by desire 
   I would rather hear
   Your voice than the sound
   Of Apollo's lyre.  (Meleagros)

M: It is sweet in summer to slake your thirst with snow,
   and the spring breeze is sweet to the sailors after the stormy winter,
   but sweetest of all is when one blanket hides two lovers.  (Asclepiades)

S: That night will long delight me, dear one,
   That first you cuddled upon my breast,
   I brushed your eyes as you slept before the day broke.  (Petronius)

M: Little Eros, whom no god can flee from,
   and no mortal man,
   has made my voice falter, my tongue broken.
   My eyes are blinded and my ears thunder.  (Sophocles)

S: Nothing is sweeter than love -- all riches are second,
   even honey I spit from my mouth.  (Nossis)

M: Let us be married then
   and enjoy the years which a little while erase,
   to prolong our love as we grow old,   
   and let what happened so suddenly 
   never suddenly stop.  (Petronius)

S: Let us be married then
   May Love call the Muses, and the Muses bring Love;
   and may the Muses ever give us song at our desire.  (Bion)