XXI.

Epitaph of Hipponax.

Behold Hipponax' burialplace, A true bard's grave. Approach it not, if you're a base And base-born knave. But if your sires were honest men And unblamed you, Sit down thereon serenely then, And eke sleep too.

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Tuneful Hipponax rests him here. Let no base rascal venture near. Ye who rank high in birth and mind Sit down--and sleep, if so inclined.