My heart is always warmed whenever I hear the pipes sounding a lovely voice. I delight in drinking well and singing to the piper's accompaniment, and I delight in holding in my hands the tuneful lyre.
αἰεί μοι φίλον ἦτορ ἰαίνεται, ὁππότ᾿ ἀκούσω
αὐλῶν φθεγγομένων ἱμερόεσσαν ὄπα·
χαίρω δ᾿ εὖ πίνων καὶ ὑπ᾿ αὐλητῆρος ἀείδων,
χαίρω δ᾿ εὔφθογγον χερσὶ λύρην ὀχέων.
531 ἀκούσω codd.: ἀκούω Emperius
533 ἀείδων Pierson: ἀκούων codd.
"A peculiar anthologic maze, an amusing literary chaos, a farrago of quotations, a mere olla podrida of quaintness, a pot pourri of pleasant delites, a florilegium of elegant extracts, a tangled fardel of old-world flowers of thought, a faggot of odd fancies, quips, facetiae, loosely tied" (Holbrook Jackson, Anatomy of Bibliomania) by a "laudator temporis acti," a "praiser of time past" (Horace, Ars Poetica 173).
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Theognis 531-534 (tr. Douglas E. Gerber):