How fleeting is all gracefulness and beauty.
And another:—
I am an apple, and am thrown to you,
By one who loves you: but consent, Xanthippe;
For you and I shall both with time decay.
They also attribute to him the following epigram on the Eretrians who had been surprised in an ambuscade:—
We were Eretrians, of Eubœan race?
And now we lie near Susa, here entomb’d,
Far from my native land.
And this one also:—