I <br />(Ex libris Graecæ) <br />Theodorus will be pleased at my death, <br />And .someone else will be pleased at the death of Theodoras, <br />And yet everyone speaks evil of death. <br /> <br />II <br />This place is the Cyprian's for she has ever the fancy <br />To be looking out across the bright sea, <br />Therefore the sailors are cheered, and the waves <br />Keep small with reverence, beholding her image. <br />Anyte <br /> <br />III <br />A sad and great evil is the expectation of death <br />And there are also the inane expenses of the funeral; <br />Let us therefore cease from pitying the dead <br />For after death there comes no other calamity. <br />Palladas <br /> <br />IV <br />Troy <br />Whither, O city, are your profits and your gilded shrines, <br />And your barbecues of great oxen, <br />And the tall women walking your streets, in gilt clothes, <br />With their perfumes in little alabaster boxes? <br />Where is the work of your home-born sculptors? <br /> <br />Time's tooth is into the lot, and war's and fate's too. <br />Envy has taken your all, <br />Save your douth and your story. <br />Agathas Scholasticus <br /> <br />V <br />Woman? Oh, woman is a consummate rage, <br />but dead, or asleep, she pleases. <br />Take her. She has two excellent seasons. <br />Palladas <br />VI <br />Nicharcus upon Phidon his doctor <br />Phidon neither purged me, nor touched me, <br />But I remembered the name of his fever medicine and <br />died.<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/homage-to-quintus-septimus-florentis-christianus/
