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May the Muses ever give me song at my desire, dear melodious song, the sweetest physic in the world.

— Bion of Smyrna

μολπὰν ταὶ Μοῖσαί μοι ἀεὶ ποθέοντι διδοῖεν,
τὰν γλυκερὰν μολπάν, τᾶς φάρμακον ἅδιον οὐδέν.

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