Theocritus (/θiːˈɒkrɪtəs/; Greek: Θεόκριτος, Theokritos; fl. c. 270 BC), the creator of ancient Greek bucolic poetry, flourished in the 3rd century BC.
The Greeks got into Troy by trying, my pretties; everything's done by trying.
Beauty is a delightful prejudice.
Even a little gift may be vast with loving kindness.
Cats will always lie soft.
Now begins a torrent of words and a trickling of sense.
Verily, great grace may go with a little gift; and precious are all things that come from friends.
Youth passes like a dream.
Beautiful is the bloom of youth, but it lasts only for a short time.
Age overtakes us all; Our temples first; then on o'er cheek and chin, Slowly and surely, creep the frosts of Time. Up and do somewhat, ere thy limbs are sere.
Man will ever stand in need of man.
Cicala to cicala is dear, and ant to ant, and hawks to hawks, but to me the muse and song.
Sleeping we imagine what awake we wish; D ogs dream of bones, and fishermen of fish.
Faults are beauties, when survey'd by love.
Men shall look on thee and murmur to each other, "Lo! how small Was the gift, and yet how precious! Friendship 's gifts are priceless all.