Λέσβιον Ἠρίννης τόδε κηρίον εἰ δέ τι μικρόν ,
ἀλλ ὅλον ἐκ Μουσέων κιρνάμενον μέλιτι .
οἱ δὲ τριηκόσιοι ταύτης στίχοι ἶσοι Ὁμήρῳ ,
τῆς καὶ παρθενικῆς ἐννεακαιδεκέτευς :

ἣ καὶ ἐπ ἠλακάτῃ μητρὸς φόβῳ , ἣ καὶ ἐφ ἱστῷ
ἑστήκει Μουσέων λάτρις ἐφαπτομένη .
Σαπφὼ δ Ἠρίννης ὅσσον μελέεσσιν ἀμείνων ,
Ἤριννα Σαπφοῦς τόσσον ἐν ἑξαμέτροις .

This is the Lesbian honeycomb of Erinna , and
though it be small , it is all infused with honey by
the Muses . Her three hundred lines are equal to
Homer , though she was but a child of nineteen
years . Either plying her spindle in fear of her
mother , or at the loom , she stood occupied in the
service of the Muses . As much as Sappho excels
Erinna in lyrics , so much does Erinna excel Sappho
in hexameters .