Drink now and love, Damocrates, since not for ever shall we drink nor for ever hold fast our delight; let us crown our heads with garlands and perfume ourselves, before others bring these offerings to our graves. Now rather let my bones drink wine inside me; when they are dead, let Deucalion's deluge sweep them away. XI FLEETING DAWN ASCLEPIADES Let us drink an unmixed draught of wine; dawn is an hand-breadth; are we waiting to see the bed-time lamp once again? Let us drink merrily; after no long time yet, O luckless one, we shall sleep through the long night. XII OUTRE-TOMBE JULIANUS AEGYPTUS Often I sang this, and even out of the grave will I cry it: "Drink, before you put on this raiment of dust." XIII EARTH TO EARTH ZONAS Give me the sweet cup wrought of the earth from which I was born, and under which I shall lie dead. XIV THE COFFIN-MAKER AUTHOR UNKNOWN I would have liked to be rich as Croesus of old was rich, and to be king of great Asia; but when I look on Nicanor the coffin-maker, and know for what he is making these flute-cases of his, sprinkling my flour and wetting it with my jug of wine, I sell all Asia for ointments and garlands. XV RETURNING SPRING PHILODEMUS Now is rose-time and peas are in season, and the heads of early cabbage, O Sosylus, and the milky maena, and fresh-curdled cheese, and the soft-springing leaves of curled lettuces; and do we neither pace the foreland nor climb to the outlook, as always, O Sosylus, we did before? for Antagoras and Bacchius too frolicked yesterday, and now to-day we bear them forth for burial. XVI A LIFE'S WANDERING AUTHOR UNKNOWN Know ye the flowery fields of the Cappadocian nation? thence I was born of good parents: since I left them I have wandered to the sunset and the dawn; my name was Glaphyrus, and like my mind. I lived out my sixtieth year in perfect freedom; I know both the favour of Fortune and the bitterness of life. XVII ECCE MYSTERIUM BIANOR This man, inconsiderable, mean, yes, a slave, this man is loved, and is lord of another's soul. XVIII THE SHADOW OF LIFE THEOGNIS Fools and children are mankind to weep the dead, and not the flower of youth perishing.