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Here lies one who came from Perusia. A better
woman was never seen, or at least of all women scarcely
one or two surpassed her. All your active body is
confined in a little urn. Cruel lord of death and stern
Persephone, why do you snatch away what is good
and let the worthless remain? Everyone asks for her
and I am weary of replying; their tears show their
love for her. Strong, honest, frugal, upright, most
trusty of housekeepers, neat in the house and on the
street, well-known to everybody, she could face every
task by herself. A woman of few words she was
without reproach. She was the first to rise from her
couch, and the last to betake herself to the quiet of
her bed after everything had been done in due order.
Never did the wool leave her hands without good cause.
No one surpassed her in unselfish devotion and in
helpful ways. She was not too well pleased with her-
self and never thought of herself as free. She was
fair, with beautiful eyes and golden hair. No other
woman's face was of such ivory-like brightness, they
say; her breasts, white as snow, showed their slight
form. What shall I say of her legs? She had the
bearing of a very Atalanta on the stage. She did not
worry about her toilet, but she had a beautiful body and
she kept her limbs smooth. Her hands were hard,
and perhaps you will count that a fault; but nothing
pleased her except what she had done herself with her
own hands. She had no wish to make acquaintances,
but was content with herself. She was not much
talked of because she had done nothing to cause it.
While she lived she so managed two youthful lovers
that they were like Pylades and Orestes. One house
sheltered them both and they lived together in harmony.
But now since her death these two men are estranged
and each grows old by himself. The work which such
a woman accomplished now a few moments destroy.
Look at Troy, what a woman once did, if one may
compare great affairs with the small.

Your patronus with tears that know no end gives
these verses as a tribute to you who are lost — your
patronus from whose heart you have never been torn —
verses which he thinks are pleasing gifts for the dead.
Since your death no woman has seemed good to him.
He who lives without you, while still living, sees his
own death. Your name in gold he always wears
upon his arm, there where he can protect it; power
(Potestas) is entrusted to gold. And yet as far as
my praises shall avail, and as long as my verses live,
(you shall live). To comfort me I have an image of
you which I cherish as sacred, and to which many a
garland is given; and when I come to you, it, too, shall
come. Unhappy that I am, to whom shall I commit
the solemn rites in your honor? Still, if I find anyone
to whom I can give such a trust, in this one respect
I shall perhaps count myself fortunate though you are



gone from me. Ah me, you have prevailed; as your
life is ended, so I, too, live no more.

He who insults this tomb, has dared to insult the
gods as well. Be assured that she who is celebrated in
this inscription has a divinity to protect her.

Eθνικοκοινωνιστης έγραψε: 12 Φεβ 2020, 22:50 βλεπω προσπαθεις να βρεις ιστορικα προηγουμενα που να αναλυουν το γιατι ο ελληνιαρης ειχε απ'ανεκαθεν ως θρησκεια του την αιδοιοδουλια?

Naida έγραψε: 12 Φεβ 2020, 23:03 Αυτή κι αν ήταν φεμινιστρια

She was
fair, with beautiful eyes and golden hair. No other
woman's face was of such ivory-like brightness, they
say; her breasts, white as snow, showed their slight
form. What shall I say of her legs? She had the
bearing of a very Atalanta on the stage. She did not
worry about her toilet, but she had a beautiful body and
she kept her limbs smooth. Her hands were hard,
and perhaps you will count that a fault; but nothing
pleased her except what she had done herself with her
own hands. She had no wish to make acquaintances,
but was content with herself

Nero έγραψε: 12 Φεβ 2020, 23:12

Naida έγραψε: 12 Φεβ 2020, 23:03 Αυτή κι αν ήταν φεμινιστρια

She was
fair, with beautiful eyes and golden hair. No other
woman's face was of such ivory-like brightness, they
say; her breasts, white as snow, showed their slight
form. What shall I say of her legs? She had the
bearing of a very Atalanta on the stage. She did not
worry about her toilet, but she had a beautiful body and
she kept her limbs smooth. Her hands were hard,
and perhaps you will count that a fault; but nothing
pleased her except what she had done herself with her
own hands. She had no wish to make acquaintances,
but was content with herself

Nero έγραψε: 12 Φεβ 2020, 23:52 ανεξάρτητη, δυναμική, γκομενάρα και ξανθιά. Ο εφιάλτης του εθνι

Naida έγραψε: 13 Φεβ 2020, 00:01

Nero έγραψε: 12 Φεβ 2020, 23:52 ανεξάρτητη, δυναμική, γκομενάρα και ξανθιά. Ο εφιάλτης του εθνι

Και έπιαναν και τα χεράκια της.

She was not much
talked of because she had done nothing to cause it.
While she lived she so managed two youthful lovers
that they were like Pylades and Orestes. One house
sheltered them both and they lived together in harmony.
But now since her death these two men are estranged
and each grows old by himself.

Ζενίθεδρος έγραψε: 13 Φεβ 2020, 00:10 Στο βάθος οι πουτσες αγγίζονται.

Nero έγραψε: 13 Φεβ 2020, 00:13

Ζενίθεδρος έγραψε: 13 Φεβ 2020, 00:10 Στο βάθος οι πουτσες αγγίζονται.

υπονοείς ότι μπορεί να έπαιζε τρενάκι; Δεν αναφέρει κάτι τέτοιο ο επιγραμματογράφος πάντως

Ζενίθεδρος έγραψε: 13 Φεβ 2020, 00:23

Nero έγραψε: 13 Φεβ 2020, 00:13

Ζενίθεδρος έγραψε: 13 Φεβ 2020, 00:10 Στο βάθος οι πουτσες αγγίζονται.

υπονοείς ότι μπορεί να έπαιζε τρενάκι; Δεν αναφέρει κάτι τέτοιο ο επιγραμματογράφος πάντως

Γιά το σάντουιτς λέω.