ZENODOTUS, or RHIANUS.
Book VIL, Epigram 315.
O arid Earth, produce rank briars vying
With sharpest brambles twsting all around,
That e'en the bird in air above me flying
Dare press no lightest footprint on the ground
Beneath which I, the misanthrope, am lying,
Timon, in brother's love to no one bound.
Who e'en from Pluto never welcome found.
