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DIOTIMUS.
- Book VII., Epirgram 475.
Through the wide portals, Seylla, whom we're weeping,
Followed her husband's bier,
On him, Evagoras, with lamentation,
Prop of his home! she called.
Nor yet again unto her father's dwelling
Returned the unhappy one,
But died or ever the third month was ended;
A broken heart her death,
And this sad tomb stands by the dusty roadside
In memory of their love.
