Book VII, Epigram 69 (Ker)

This is Theophila your affianced bride, Canius, she whose mind is steeped in Attic lore. Rightly might the Athenian garden of the great sage claim her; no less would the Stoic band wish her for its own. That work shall live, whate'er it be you pass through these ears, so little womanlike or common is her judgment. Your Pantaenis — though well known is she to the Pierian choir — would not o'ermuch rank herself before her. Sappho the lover praised a poetess: more pure is Theophila, yet Sappho was not more learned.