Here sleeps Saon, of Acanthus, son of Dicon, a holy sleep: say not that the good die..

You're walking by the tomb of Battiades, Who knew well how to write poetry, and enjoy Laughter at the right moment, over the wine..

Two goddesses now must Cyprus adore; The Muses are ten, and the Graces are four; Stella's wit is so charming, so sweet her fair face, She shines a ne….

Nothing unattested do I sing..

Set a thief to catch a thief..

Big book, a big bore..

And now that thou art lying, my dear old Carian guest, A handful of grey ashes, long, long ago at rest, Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingal….

To little men, gods send little things..

O Charidas, what of the under world? Great darkness. And what of the resurrection? A lie. And Pluto? A fable; we perish utterly..

A big book is a big misfortune..

More lightly do his sorrows press upon a man, when to a friend or fellow traveller he tells his griefs..

A great book is like great evil..

Someone spoke of your death, Heraclitus. It brought me Tears, and I remembered how often together We ran the sun down with talk . . . somewhere You'v….

I wept as I remembered how often you and I had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky..

A good man never dies..

I abhor, too, the roaming lover, nor do I drink from every well; I loathe all things in common.