Lounge in the shade of the luxuriant laurel'sbeautiful foliage. And now drink sweet waterfrom the cold spring so that your limbs weary with summer toil will find rest in the west wind.

Alive, this man was Manes, a common slave.Dead, even great Darius is not his peer.

I am Hermes. I stand in the crossroads by a windybelt of trees near the gray shore of the seawhere the weary traveler may rest: here a fountain bubbles forth a cold and stainless water.