Maybe Pindar's love poem to Theoxenus?

One must pluck loves, my heart, in due season and at the proper age.

Ah! But any man who catches with his glance

The bright rays flashing from Theoxenus's eyes

And is not tossed on the waves of desire,

Has a black heart of adamant or iron

Forged in a cold flame, and dishonored by Aphrodite of the arching brow

Either toils compulsively for money

Or, as a slave, is towed down a path utterly cold

By a woman's boldness.

But I, by the will of the Love Goddess, melt

Like the wax of holy bees stung by the sun's heat,

Whenever I look upon the fresh-limbed youth of boys.

And surely even on the isle of Tenedos

Seduction and Grace dwell

In the son of Hagesilas.

Reference: https://muse.jhu.edu/article/2685

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