{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/sob/sob137.htm","path":"cla/sob/sob137.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/sob/sob137.htm","text":"Stranger, stop, look who is signalling you: 'tis little Phanion of K\u00f4s, she is well worth your choice.\nSee, her hair is curled like parsley, her skin is soft as the down of a woodland bird. She is small and brown. And she converses well.\nIf you should follow her, she would not ask you all your voyage-money; no, just a drachma or a pair of sandals.\nYou'll find she has a good bed in her house, fresh figs and milk and wine, and if it should be cold there'll be a fire.","title":"The Songs of Bilitis: III. Epigrams in the Isle of Cyprus...","type":"page"}