XIV.

Epitaph of Eurymedon.

Thou hast gone to the grave, and abandoned thy son Yet a babe, thy own manhood but scarcely begun. Thou art throned among gods: and thy country will take Thy child to her heart, for his brave father's sake.

Another.

Prove, traveller, now, that you honour the brave Above the poltroon, when he's laid in the grave, By murmuring 'Peace to Eurymedon dead.' The turf should lie light on so sacred a head.