Me Callimachus, a five-years-old child whose spirit knew not grief, pitiless Death snatched away; but weep thou not for me; for little was my share in life, and little in life's ills.
XXXIII ON A CHILD OF SEVEN AUTHOR UNKNOWN
Hermes messenger of Persephone, whom usherest thou thus to the laughterless abyss of Death? what hard fate snatched Ariston from the fresh air at seven years old? and the child stands between his parents. Pluto delighting in tears, are not all mortal spirits allotted to thee? why gatherest thou the unripe grapes of youth?
XXXIV ON A BOY OF TWELVE CALLIMACHUS
Philip the father laid here the twelve-years-old child, his high hope,
Nicoteles.
XXXV ON CLEOETES AUTHOR UNKNOWN
Looking on the monument of a dead boy, Cleoetes son of Menesaechmus, pity him who was beautiful and died.
XXXVI ON A BEAUTIFUL BOY AUTHOR UNKNOWN
Not death is bitter, since that is the fate of all, but to die ere the time and before our parents: I having seen not marriage nor wedding- chant nor bridal bed, lie here the love of many, and to be the love of more.