Death & Dying
Book VII, 440
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. II, 1917)
O Tomb, what a man was he, the dead whose bones thou dost hide in the night: O earth, what a head thou hast engulphed! Very pleasing was Aristocrates to the flaxen-haired Graces; much is his memory treasured by all. Aristocrates could converse sweetly, without a frown, and over the wine he could guide well the convivial flow of talk; and well he knew how to confer kindness on compatriots and strangers. Such, beloved earth, is the dead who is thine.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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