Nothing unattested do I sing. Callimachus More Quotes by Callimachus More Quotes From Callimachus A great book is like great evil. Callimachus great-book evil book Set a thief to catch a thief. Callimachus thieves crime Someone spoke of your death, Heraclitus. It brought me Tears, and I remembered how often together We ran the sun down with talk . . . somewhere You've long been dust, my Halicarnassian friend. But your Nightingales live on. Though the Death world Claws at everything, it will not touch them. Callimachus dust friendship long I wept as I remembered how often you and I had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky. Callimachus tired sky talking I abhor, too, the roaming lover, nor do I drink from every well; I loathe all things in common Callimachus roaming lovers common Here sleeps Saon, of Acanthus, son of Dicon, a holy sleep: say not that the good die. Callimachus holy sleep son To little men, gods send little things. Callimachus little-things littles men O Charidas, what of the under world? Great darkness. And what of the resurrection? A lie. And Pluto? A fable; we perish utterly. Callimachus darkness lying world A good man never dies. Callimachus good-man dies men Big book, a big bore. Callimachus boredom bigs book A big book is a big misfortune. Callimachus big-book bigs book Two goddesses now must Cyprus adore; The Muses are ten, and the Graces are four; Stella's wit is so charming, so sweet her fair face, She shines a new Venus, a Muse, and a Grace. Callimachus shining sweet two You're walking by the tomb of Battiades, Callimachus laughter wine writing And now that thou art lying, my dear old Carian guest, A handful of grey ashes, long, long ago at rest, Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales awake; For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take. Callimachus long-ago lying art More lightly do his sorrows press upon a man, when to a friend or fellow traveller he tells his griefs. Callimachus sorrow grief men
