OK, so I need to retranslate this.
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Nothing is sweeter than Love; and every other joy
Is second to it: even the honey I spit from my mouth.
Thus Nossis says: and who didn’t love Kypris,
Doesn’t know what sort of roses her flowers are.
August 27, 2008 by Rachel
OK, so I need to retranslate this.
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Nothing is sweeter than Love; and every other joy
Is second to it: even the honey I spit from my mouth.
Thus Nossis says: and who didn’t love Kypris,
Doesn’t know what sort of roses her flowers are.