(Carphyllides)
When these graven lines you see,Traveler, do not pity me;Though I be among the dead,Let no mournful word be said.
Children that I leave behind,And their children, all were kind;Near to them and to my wife,I was happy all my life.
My three sons I married right,And their sons I rocked at night;Death nor sorrow ever broughtCause for one unhappy thought.
Now, and with no need of tears,Here they leave me, full of years,--Leave me to my quiet restIn the region of the blest.
