Book VII, 68: On the Same

O boatman of Hades, conveyor of the dead, delighting in the tears of all, who dost ply the ferry o’er this deep water of Acheron, though thy boat be heavy beneath its load of shades, leave me not behind Diogenes the Dog. I have with me but a flask, and a staff, and a cloak, and a wallet, and the obol thy fare. These things that I carry with me now Iam dead are all I had when alive, and I left nothing in the daylight.