Pseudo-Platonica Quotes

“Wikipedia: Pseudo-Platonica”

“Thou gazest on the stars:
  Would I might be,
O star of mine, the skies
With myriad eyes
  To gaze on thee.”

“Thou wert the morning star among the living,
  Ere thy fair light had fled;—
Now, having died, thou art as Hesperus, giving
  New splendour to the dead.”

“Hushed be on Dryads’ wooded rock the rills,
  And hushed the bleatings on the meads,
Now Pan his pipe with breath melodious fills
  And kisses with moist lip the reeds;
While, treading nimble dances all around,
Dryads and Hamadryads beat the ground.”

“Within the shady grove we chanced to peep,
And caught Cythera’s rosy boy asleep:
None of his brave artillery had he,
But bow and quiver hung upon a tree;
While he on rosebuds smiling lay, in warm
Slumber fast bound; and o’er his lips a swarm
Of honey bees laid sweets and wrought no harm.”