Theocritus

(315 BC - 260 BC / Greece)

Epitaph Of Hipponax - Poem by Theocritus

Behold Hipponax' burialplace,
A true bard's grave.
Approach it not, if you're a base
And base-born knave.
But if your sires were honest men
And unblamed you,
Sit down thereon serenely then,
And eke sleep too.

Tuneful Hipponax rests him here.
Let no base rascal venture near.
Ye who rank high in birth and mind
Sit down-and sleep, if so inclined.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 24, 2012



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