THE woman will have this recompense for all her careful nurture of the
boy,—and why?—because she was serviceable even to the end.
XIX
_The statue of Archilochus_.
STAY, and behold Archilochus, him of old time, the maker of iambics,
whose myriad fame has passed westward, alike, and towards the dawning
day. Surely the Muses loved him, yea, and the Delian Apollo, so
practised and so skilled he grew in forging song, and chanting to the
lyre.
XX
_The statue of Pisander_.
THIS man, behold, Pisander of Corinth, of all the ancient makers was the
first who wrote of the son of Zeus, the lion-slayer, the ready of hand,
and spake of all the adventures that with toil he achieved. Know this
therefore, that the people set him here, a statue of bronze, when many
months had gone by and many years.
XXI
_The Grave of Hipponax_.
HERE lies the poet Hipponax! If thou art a sinner draw not near this
tomb, but if thou art a true man, and the son of righteous sires, sit
boldly down here, yea, and sleep if thou wilt.
XXII
_For the Bank of Caicus_.
TO citizens and strangers alike this counter deals justice. If thou hast
deposited aught, draw out thy money when the balance-sheet is cast up.
Let others make false excuse, but Caicus tells back money lent, ay, even
if one wish it after nightfall.
XXIII
_On his own Poems_. {167}
THE Chian is another man, but I, Theocritus, who wrote these songs, am a
Syracusan, a man of the people, being the son of Praxagoras and renowned
Philinna. Never laid I claim to any Muse but mine own.