#theocritus

Hail, grisly Hecaté! help me accomplish my sinister / purpose,

ovid: um actually polyphemus kills the gigachad Atis cuz polyphemus ugly and jealous and evil and ugly 🤓 🤓🤓🤓🤓 Theocritus: "O Cyclops, Cyclops, where be your wits gone flying? Up, fetch you loppings for your lambs, or go a withy-plying; The wearier’s oft the wiser man, and that there’s no denying. Milk the staying, leave the straying, chase not them that shy; Mayhap you’ll find e’en sweeter Galateans by and by. There’s many a jill says ‘Come an you will and play all night wi’ me,’ And he laugh I hear when I give ear is soft and sweet as can be; E’en I, ‘tis plain, be somebody, ashore, if not ‘I the sea.