XXVI ON ARISTON OF CYRENE, LOST AT SEA THEAETETUS O sailing mariners, Ariston of Cyrene prays you all for the sake of Zeus the Protector, to tell his father Meno that he lies by the Icarian rocks, having given up the ghost in the Aegean sea. XXVII ON BITON OF AMPHIPOLIS, LOST AT SEA NICAENETUS I am the grave of Biton, O wayfarer; and if leaving Torone thou goest even to Amphipolis, tell Nicagoras that Strymonias at the setting of the Kids lost him his only son. XXVIII ON POLYANTHUS OF TORONE, LOST AT SEA PHAEDIMUS I bewail Polyanthus, O thou who passest by, whom Aristagore his wife laid newly-wedded in the grave, having received dust and bones (but him the ill-blown Aegean wave cast away off Sciathus), when at early dawn the fishermen drew his luckless corpse, O stranger, into the harbour of Torone. XXIX ON A WAYSIDE TOMB NICIAS Sit beneath the poplars here, traveller, when thou art weary, and drawing nigh drink of our spring; and even far away remember the fountain that Simus sets by the side of Gillus his dead child. XXX ON THE CHILDREN OF NICANDER AND LYSIDICE AUTHOR UNKNOWN This is the single tomb of Nicander's children; the light of a single morning ended the sacred offspring of Lysidice. XXXI ON A BABY AUTHOR UNKNOWN Me a baby that was just tasting life heaven snatched away, I know not whether for good or for evil; insatiable Death, why hast thou snatched me cruelly in infancy? why hurriest thou? Are we not all thine in the end? XXXII ON A CHILD OF FIVE LUCIAN Me Callimachus, a five-years-old child whose spirit knew not grief, pitiless Death snatched away; but weep thou not for me; for little was my share in life, and little in life's ills. XXXIII ON A CHILD OF SEVEN AUTHOR UNKNOWN Hermes messenger of Persephone, whom usherest thou thus to the laughterless abyss of Death? what hard fate snatched Ariston from the fresh air at seven years old? and the child stands between his parents. Pluto delighting in tears, are not all mortal spirits allotted to thee? why gatherest thou the unripe grapes of youth? XXXIV ON A BOY OF TWELVE CALLIMACHUS Philip the father laid here the twelve-years-old child, his high hope, Nicoteles.