Palladas, Anthologia Græca (Jacobs III. 141, cxxviii.), the epigram is trans. by Rev. Robert Bland:
Waking, we burst, at each return of morn,
From death’s dull fetters and again are born;
No longer ours the moments that have past,
To a new remnant of our lives we haste.
Call not the years thine own that made thee gray,
That left their wrinkles and have fled away;
The past no more shall yield thee ill or good.
Gone to the silent times beyond the flood.
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