EPILOGUE
Philodemus (60 B.C.)
I was in love once; who has not been? I have reveled; who is uninitiated in revels? Nay, I was mad; at whose prompting but a god's? Let them go; for now the silver hair is fast replacing the black, a messenger of wisdom that comes with age. We too played when the time of playing was; and now that it is no longer, we will turn to worthier thoughts.
Translation of J.W. Mackail.
DOCTOR AND DIVINITY
Nicarchus
Marcus the doctor called yesterday on the marble Zeus; though marble, and though Zeus, his funeral is to-day.
Translation of J.W. Mackail.