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1 " Eutychides the lyric poet is dead.Escape! you who inhabit the underworld,for he comes with odes,and orders thirteen lyres and twenty crates of musicto burn beside him on his funeral pyre.Now Charon has you, for where can you escapewith Eutychides established in Hell? "
― Lucillius
2 " We his grateful opponents erected this statueTo Apis a Thoughtful Boxerwho even when clinching never hurt any of us. "