From: The Divine Pymander - Hermes Mercurius Trismegistus

A book have I written —

Not mine, but the book of the world;

For her sake

And the sake of her God,

Have I written these things.

Song of Snow-white Heads - Cho Wēn-chün

Our love was pure

As the snow on the mountains:

White as a moon

Between the clouds—

Grammar, Music, Rhetoric - Lucilius

Pluto turns away the dead rhetorician Marcus, saying,
"Let the dog Cerberus suffice us here;

It is the season - Antipater of Sidon

It is the season for the ship to travel tearing through the waves;
    no longer does the sea toss, furrowed by dreadful fret.

Erinna - Antipater of Sidon

Few are Erinna's verses nor is she wordy in her songs,
    but this her little work is inspired.

Medea at Night - Apollonius of Rhodes

'T was night, all earth in shadowy silence slept ;
Lone on the deck his watch the sailor kept,
And gazed, where shines Orion's belt on high,
Or the Great Bear bestrides the northern sky.

Do not worry for to-morrow - Ben Sira

Do not worry for to-morrow,
As thou dost not know the sorrow
Which to-day bears in its train.

Li Fu-jen - Wu-ti

The sound of her silk skirt has stopped.
On the marble pavement dust grows.