Surely even as thou liest dead in this tomb I deem the wild beasts yet fear thy white bones, huntress Lycas; and thy valour great Pelion knows, and splendid Ossa and the lonely peaks of Cithaeron.
LVIII ON CHARIDAS OF CYRENE CALLIMACHUS
Does Charidas in truth sleep beneath thee? If thou meanest the son of Arimmas of Cyrene, beneath me. O Charidas, what of the under world? Great darkness. And what of the resurrection? A lie. And Pluto? A fable; we perish utterly. This my tale to you is true; but if thou wilt have the pleasant one of the Samian, I am a large ox in Hades.
LIX ON THEOGNIS OF SINOPE SIMONIDES
I am the monument of Theognis of Sinope, over whom Glaucus set me in guerdon of their long fellowship.
LX ON A DEAD FRIEND AUTHOR UNKNOWN
This little stone, good Sabinus, is the record of our great friendship; ever will I require thee; and thou, if it is permitted, drink not among the dead of the water of Lethe for me.
LXI ON AN UNHAPPY MAN AUTHOR UNKNOWN
I Dionysius of Tarsus lie here at sixty, having never married; and would that my father had not.