Death & Dying
Book VII, 478
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. II, 1917)
Who ever canst thou be? Whose poor bones are these that remain exposed beside the road in a coffin half open to the light, the mean tomb and monument ever scraped by the axle and wheel of the traveller’s coach? Soon the carriages will crush thy ribs, poor wretch, and none to shed a tear for thee.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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