A big book is a big misfortune.
Fragment 465; translation by A. W. Bulloch, in P. E. Easterling and B. M. W. Knox (eds.) The Cambridge History of Classical Literature (Cambridge University Press, 1989) vol. 1, part 4, p. 30.
Nothing unattested do I sing.Callimachus
They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead,They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed.I wept, as I remembered, how often you and IHad tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.Callimachus
Two goddesses now must Cyprus adore;The Muses are ten, the Graces are four;Stella's wit is so charming, so sweet her fair face;She shines a new Venus, a Muse, and a Grace.Callimachus
Here sleeps Saon, of Acanthus, son of Dicon, a holy sleep: say not that the good die.Callimachus
Set a thief to catch a thief.Callimachus