Death & Dying
Book VII, 175
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. II, 1917)
So there is no more turf, husbandman, left for thee to break up, and thy oxen tread on the backs of tombs, and the share is among the dead! What doth it profit thee? How much is this wheat ye shall snatch from ashes, not from earth? Ye shall not live for ever, and another shall plough you up, you who set to all the example of this evil husbandry.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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