Look, Glaukos, how heavy seawaves leap skyward! Over the Gyrai rocks hangs a black cloud, a signal of winter storm. From the unforseen comes fear. - Archilochus of Paros

I live here miserable and broken with desire,
pierced through to the bones by the bitterness
of this god-given painful love.

O comrade, this passion makes my limbs limp
and tramples over me.

A life of doing nothing is good for old men,
especially if they are simple in their ways,
or stupid, or inane in their endless blabber
as old men tend to be.

His penis is swollen
like a donkey from Priene
taking his fill of barley.