Classic Poem

O grave, what bones you cover! O earth, what a head lies in your embrace! You possess Aristokrates, the delight of the beautiful-haired Muses, whom all men loved. He conversed gracefully, and never frowned in a fair argument. He knew how to direct babbling conversation at a banquet with many cups of wine, and rendered kind services to both townspeople and strangers.
O happy earth, to possess the remains of such a man!