XLVI NICON'S NOSE NICARCHUS I see Nicon's hooked nose, Menippus; it is evident he is not far off now; oh, he will be here, let us just wait; for at the most his nose is not, I fancy, five stadia off him. Nay, here it is, you see, stepping forward; if we stand on a high mound we shall catch sight of him in person. XLVII WHO SO PALE AND WAN, FOND LOVER ASCLEPIADES Drink, Asclepiades; why these tears? what ails thee? not of thee only has the cruel Cyprian made her prey, nor for thee only bitter Love whetted the arrows of his bow; why while yet alive liest thou in the dust? XLVIII THE WORLD'S REVENGE LUCIAN In a company where all were drunk, Acindynus must needs be sober; and so he seemed himself the one drunk man there. XLIX EPILOGUE PHILODEMUS I was in love once; who has not been? I have revelled; who is uninitiated in revels? nay, I was mad; at whose prompting but a god's? Let them go; for now the silver hair is fast replacing the black, a messenger of wisdom that comes with age. We too played when the time of playing was; and now that it is no longer, we will turn to worthier thoughts. CHAPTER XI DEATH I THE SPAN OF LIFE MACEDONIUS Earth and Birth-Goddess, thou who didst bear me and thou who coverest, farewell; I have accomplished the course between you, and I go, not discerning whither I shall travel; for I know not either whose or who I am, or whence I came to you. II DUSTY DEATH AUTHOR UNKNOWN Pay no offering of ointments or garlands on my stony tomb, nor make the fire blaze up; the expense is in vain. While I live be kind to me if thou wilt; but drenching my ashes with wine thou wilt make mire, and the dead man will not drink. III A CITIZEN OF THE REPUBLIC LEONIDAS OF TARENTUM A little dust of earth suffices me; let another lie richly, weighed down by his extravagant tombstone, that grim weight over the dead, who will know me here in death as Alcander son of Calliteles. IV BENE MERENTI AUTHOR UNKNOWN