My downfall: those pink articulate lips
Divinely flavoured portals to a mouth
Where soul dissolves...eyes darting
Beneath black brows, snares for the heart
And the milk-white breasts, well shaped
The twin rosebuds, fair beyond other flowers

To itemize thus - is this to cast dogs a bone?
The poet's pen - secret as reeds of Midas?

Dioskorides
3rd century BCE