The myrrh, the garlands — don’t hang those on columns,
don’t throw that on the pyre: your cash goes nowhere.
For instance, send them my way: I’m still living.
You can’t get ashes drunk; you’ll just get mud.
And corpses aren’t big drinkers anyway.
- anonymous poet, unknown date
Stephanus used to beg and market-garden,
but got his lucky break, and now he’s loaded.
And right away he’s “Philostephanus” —
“Stephanus” with four letters on the front.
Next moment he’ll be “Hippocratippiades”,
or push the boat out: “Dionysiopeganodorus”.
But down the market, he’s still Stephanus.
- Nicarchus, first century AD