Come, Gorgo, put the rug in place


    Ἄλλα, μὴ μεγαλύνεο δακτυλίω πέρι·

    COME, Gorgo, put the rug in place, 
      And passionate recline ; 
    I love to see thee in thy grace, 
      Dark, virulent, divine. 
    But wherefore thus thy proud eyes fix 
      Upon a jewelled band ? 
    Art thou so glad the sardonyx 
      Becomes thy shapely hand ? 

    Bethink thee ! 'Tis for such as thou 
      Zeus leaves his lofty seat ; 
    'Tis at thy beauty's bidding how 
      Man's mortal life shall fleet ; 
    Those fairest hands—dost thou forget 
      Their power to thrill and cling ? 
    O foolish woman, dost thou set 
      Thy pride upon a ring ?