Book VII, 421: An enigmatic epitaph on himself

Thou with the wings, what pleasure hast thou in the hunting spear and boar-skin? Who art thou, and the emblem of whose tomb? For Love I cannot call thee. What doth Desire dwell next the dead? No the bold boy never learnt to wail. Nor yet art thou swift-footed Cronos; on the contrary, he is as old as old can be, and thy limbs are in the bloom of youth. Then—yes, I think I am right— he beneath the earth was a sophist, and thou art the winged word for which he was famed. The double-edged attribute of Artemis thou bearest in allusion to his laughter mixed with gravity and perhaps to the metre of his love verses. Yea,in truth, these symbols of boar-slaying point to his name-sake, Meleager, son of Oeneus. Hail, even among the dead, thou who didst fit together into one work of wisdom, Love, the Muses and the Graces.