Classic Poem

Diodorus is fortunate in his youth, Heraclitus in his eyes, Dion in his voice and Uliades in his beauty.
Do you, Philocles, touch the delicate flesh of the one, look upon the second, speak to the third and so on, that you may know I am not jealous.
But if you turn your eyes upon Myiscus, do not see how beautiful he is!