Ortho's Epitaph
O RTHO'S E PITAPH
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.
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.
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