O Pan, utter thy holy voice to the feeding flocks, running thy curved lip over the golden reeds, that so they may often bring gifts of white milk in heavy udders to Clymenus' home, and for thee the lord of the she-goats, standing fairly by thy altars, may spirt the red blood from his shaggy breast. XLIV TO THE GOD OF ARCADY AGATHIAS These unsown domains, O Pan of the hill, Stratonicus the ploughman dedicated to thee in return of thy good deeds, saying, Feed in joy thine own flocks and look on thine own land, never more to be shorn with brass; thou wilt find the resting-place a gracious one; for even here charmed Echo will fulfil her marriage with thee. CHAPTER III EPITAPHS I OF THE ATHENIAN DEAD AT PLATAEA SIMONIDES If to die nobly is the chief part of excellence, to us out of all men Fortune gave this lot; for hastening to set a crown of freedom on Greece we lie possessed of praise that grows not old. II ON THE LACEDAEMONIAN DEAD AT PLATAEA SIMONIDES These men having set a crown of imperishable glory on their own land were folded in the dark cloud of death; yet being dead they have not died, since from on high their excellence raises them gloriously out of the house of Hades. III ON THE SPARTANS AT THERMOPYLAE PARMENIO Him, who over changed paths of earth and sea sailed on the mainland and went afoot upon the deep, Spartan valour held back on three hundred spears; be ashamed, O mountains and seas. IV ON THE SAME SIMONIDES O passer by, tell the Lacedaemonians that we lie here obeying their orders. V ON THE DEAD IN AN UNKNOWN BATTLE MNASALCAS These men, in saving their native land that lay with tearful fetters on her neck, clad themselves in the dust of darkness; and they win great praise of excellence; but looking on them let a citizen dare to die for his country. VI ON THE DEAD IN A BATTLE IN BOEOTIA AUTHOR UNKNOWN O Time, all-surveying deity of the manifold things wrought among mortals, carry to all men the message of our fate, that striving to save the holy soil of Greece we die on the renowned Boeotian plains. VII ON A SLAIN WARRIOR ANACREON Valiant in war was Timocritus, whose monument this is; but Ares spares the bad, not the good.