“Who are you, O shipwrecked stranger? Leontichos found your corpse on the beach, buried you in this grave and cried thinking of his own hazardous life. For he knows no rest: he too roams over the sea like a gull.” Willis BarnstoneKallimachos Author:Kallimachos
“Here Philippos the father buried his son Nikoteles, a child of twelve and his dearest hope.” Willis BarnstoneEpitaphKallimachos Author:Kallimachos
“They brought me word of your death, Heraklieitos, and I wept for you remembering how often we watched the sun setting as we talked. Dear Halikarnassian friend, you lie elsewhere now and are mere ashes; yet your songs—your nightingales—will live, and never will the underworld, destroying everything, touch them with its deadly hand.” Willis BarnstoneKallimachos Author:Kallimachos
“Passerby, do not wish me well with your sour heart. Go away. And I shall be well by your being gone.” Willis BarnstoneEpitaphKallimachos Author:Kallimachos