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Thursday, July 10, 2014
A Voice from Beyond the Grave
Greek Anthology 7.32 (by Julianus, Prefect of Egypt, on Anacreon, tr. W.R. Paton):
Often I sung this, and I will cry it from the tomb, "Drink ere ye put on this garment of the dust."