The Fugitive
O Weeping soul, what soft wound of Love burns again in your heart?
O mad with love, do not, by Zeus, stir up the fire glowing under the ashes. O forgetful of pain, of Love sees you and catches you as you fly form him, he will deal savagely with the fugitive!
— Medallions from Anyte of Tegea, Meleager of Gadara, the Anacreontea by Richard Aldington
Someone drew a little heart in ball point pen next to this one in the copy I got from the library