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Ex Libris Graecae
I
Theodorus will be pleased at my death, | |
And someone else will be pleased at the death of Theodorus: | |
And yet every one speaks evil of death. | |
Incerti Auctoris | |
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II
This place is the Cyprian’s, for she has ever the fancy | 5 |
To be looking out across the bright sea; | |
Therefore the sailors are cheered, and the waves | |
Keep small with reverence, | |
beholding her image. | |
Anyte | 10 |
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III
A sad and great evil is the expectation of death— | |
And there are also the inane expenses of the funeral; | |
Let us therefore cease from pitying the dead | |
For after death there comes no other calamity. | |
Palladas | 15 |
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IV Troy
Whither, O city, are your profits and your gilded shrines, | |
And your barbecues of great oxen, | |
And the tall women, walking your streets, in gilt clothes, | |
With their perfume in little alabaster boxes? | |
Where are the works of your home-born sculptors? | 20 |
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Time’s tooth is into the lot, and war’s and fate’s too. | |
Envy has taken your all | |
Save your douth and your story. | |
Agathias Scholasticus | |
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V
Woman? Oh, woman is a consummate rage, but dead or asleep she pleases. | 25 |
Take her—she has two excellent seasons. | |
Palladas | |
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VI Nicharcus upon Phidon his doctor
Phidon neither purged me, nor touched me; | |
But I remembered the name of his fever medicine and died.
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