I did so and died. My possessions were large;
Yet the turf that I'm clad with is strange to me quite.
IX.
Epitaph of Cleonicus.
Man, husband existence: ne'er launch on the sea
Out of season: our tenure of life is but frail.
Think of poor Cleonicus: for Phasos sailed he
From the valleys of Syria, with many a bale:
With many a bale, ocean's tides he would stem