Leonidas epitaph about the tragic death of a fisherman:

Fisher like Parmis, Callignotus' son,
For wrasse or scarus was there few or none,
Or greedy perch, or any fish that moves
On rocky bottoms or in creviced grooves.
But he, one day's first catch, drew from the sea
His bane, when a rock-haunting ioulis he

Biting to kill, let slip his fingers through,
And wriggling down his narrow throat it flew.
Then near where he his line, rod, hooks had cast,
Rolling in agony he breathed his last,
And, as the Fates had spun it, found his doom.
Gripo, the fisher, built for him this tomb.

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Hunter of hares, may fortune smile on thee :
Such is the gift of Pan.
And thou, O fowler, who with lime and reeds
Seekest to capture winged and feathered breeds
That roost beneath this hill — praise Pan !
Pan from his eyrie guards yon sacred copse ;
Bid him descend to join the chase, that he
With hounds and reeds may thy companion be.