Moschus

Moschus (born at Syracuse, flourished about 200 B.C.) was an ancient Greek idyllic poet.

Idyllium I
The little fugitive belongs to me. And if he tell what path the rogue pursues, My kisses shall reward him for the news: But if he bring me back the boy I miss, I'll give him something sweeter than a kiss.
 * If any one a wandering Cupid see,
 * 'The Stray Cupid', tr. R. Polwhele, lines 3–8; spoken by Venus.
 * Compare: "It fortuned, fair Venus having lost / Her little son, the winged god of love, / ....." Edmund Spenser, Faerie Queene, B. III, C. 6, st. 11

Yet war is in his heart, and dark deceit!
 * Smooth are his words, his voice as honey sweet,
 * 'The Stray Cupid', tr. R. Polwhele, lines 14–15
 * Compare: "The words of his mouth were smoother than butter, but war was in his heart: his words were softer than oil, yet were they drawn swords." Psalm 55:21 (KJV)

Idyllium III
When once the seal of death has closed our eyes, Lost in the hollow tomb obscure and deep, Slumber, to wake no more, one long unbroken sleep!
 * But we, the great, the valiant, and the wise,
 * 'The Epitaph on Bion', tr. R. Polwhele, lines 129–132