What feat show’d Sospiter in this high quarrel?—
No eyes could see him, and he won the laurel.
Unknown Author
ON LATE-ACQUIRED WEALTH
Poor in my youth, and in life’s later scenes
Rich to no end, I curse my natal hour,
Who nought enjoy’d while young, denied the means;
And nought when old enjoy’d, denied the power.
A VOICE FROM THE GRAVE
Phido nor hand nor touch to me applied;
Fever’d, I thought but of his name—and died.