My downfall: those pink articulate lips
Divinely flavoured portals to a mouth
Where soul dissolves....eyes darting
Beneath black brows, snares for the heart,
And the milk-white breasts, well shaped,
The twin rosebuds, fair beyond other flowers.
To itemize thus--is this to cast dogs a bone?
The poet's pen- secret as reeds of Midas?
Dioskorides (3th Cent) translated by Peter Whigham