XIV
RHINTHO
NOSSIS
With a ringing laugh, and a friendly word over me do thou pass by; I
am Rhintho of Syracuse, a small nightingale of the Muses; but from our
tragical mirth we plucked an ivy of our own.
From J. W. Mackail, for About.com
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