When Im once more in the land of Theocritus (and oh how entrancing it is) Ill be quite strong and well again, he says.
"Let me get something for myself," he says, like the churl in Theocritus.
The age of Theocritus and Bion has given place to—shall we say the age of the Cæsars, or the irruption of the barbarians?
Theocritus calls the hyacinth black—melan—and so does Vergil.
Theocritus is feeding the flame, for he needs it to destroy the prefect.
With certain differences it is the same with our Theocritus.
Like Theocritus, he finds in nature and in the legends of past ages subjects congenial to his muse.
Preface to Idylliums of Theocritus, reprinted in same volume.
There was little philosophy and less science in Sicily as Theocritus reports it.
I have read Theocritus again, and like him better than ever.