“Love, staring under dark eyebrows,
melts me with his gaze again.
Using every kind of charm,
he entangles me in Aphrodite’s nets.
I tremble at his coming
as a stallion who has bore the yoke,
a prizewinner now approaching old age,
goes to the race of speeding chariots
against his will.”—Fragment 287, Ibycus. 530 BCE. (via homosexualityandcivilization)