What if this abundance were not so easily yours?
Now, like a madman, you are standing in the middle of a river asking for water.
And you're not even pale yet. You haven't really felt the fire.
This is but the first spark of the suffering to come.
Then you'd rather face Armenian tigers and know the bondage of hell's wheel
than to feel so often the boy's bow in your marrow
and be powerless to deny your angry girl a single thing.
Propertius, 1.9 (Katz)
"…we know nothing about Sappho. Or worse: everything we know is wrong. Even the most basic “facts” are simply not so, or in need of a stringent critical reexamination. A single example. We are told over and over again that Sappho “was married to Kerkylas of Andros, who is never mentioned in any of the extant fragments of her poetry” (Snyder 1989:3). Not surprising, since it’s a joke name: he’s Dick Allcock from the Isle of MAN. It’s been over 139 years since William Mure pointed this out… yet one finds this piece of information repeated without question from book to book, usually omitting the dubious source, usually omitting any reference at all."