VIII.
Ortho's Epitaph.
Friend, Ortho of Syracuse gives thee this charge: Never venture out, drunk, on a wild winter's night. I did so and died. My possessions were large; Yet the turf that I'm clad with is strange to me quite.
Ortho's Epitaph.
Friend, Ortho of Syracuse gives thee this charge: Never venture out, drunk, on a wild winter's night. I did so and died. My possessions were large; Yet the turf that I'm clad with is strange to me quite.