Here sleeps Saon, of Acanthus, son of Dicon, a holy sleep: say not that the good die.
Nothing unattested do I sing. - Callimachus
Nothing unattested do I sing.
- Callimachus
Big book, a big bore. - Callimachus
Big book, a big bore.
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… - Callimachus
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…
O Charidas, what of the under world? Great darkness. And what of the resurrection? A lie. And Pluto? A fable; we perish utterly. - Callimachus
O Charidas, what of the under world? Great darkness. And what of the resurrection? A lie. And Pluto? A fable; we perish utterly.
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. - Callimachus
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.
A big book is a big misfortune. - Callimachus
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. - Callimachus
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. - Callimachus
A great book is like great evil.
To little men, gods send little things. - Callimachus
To little men, gods send little things.
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