Ariston’s glorious son—whom all good men,
Though in far countries, held in love and honour,
Remembering his pure and god-like life.
There is another which is more modern:—
A. Eagle, why fly you o’er this holy tomb?
Or are you on your way, with lofty wing,
To some bright starry domicile of the Gods?
B. I am the image of the soul of Plato,
And to Olympus now am borne on high;