Classic Poem

O travellers, who use this road leading from the fields to the citadel, you will see two Gods giving ear to mortal woes: me, Hermes, and Herakles who devours all the wild pears that are placed before us. And he takes all the grapes, whether they are ripe or not. I despise gifts offered to us in common. Do not bring them for us both, but say, " This is for Hermes, this for Herakles, " and our quarrelling will cease.