"Shine, Moon of the night, horned Moon, who loves to look on revels, shine through the lattice and let your light fall on golden Callistiŏn. It is no offence for an immortal to pry into the secrets of lovers. You bless her and me, I know, O Moon, for did not Endymion set your soul afire?"
Philodemos, Epigrams 5.123
🏛️ Roman sarcophagus, detail, dated 3rd century CE
