Antipater of Thessalonica
The waves and rough surges drove me, the dolphin, on the land, a
spectacle of misfortune for all strangers to look on. Yet on
earth pity finds a place, for the men who saw me straightway in
reverence decked me for my grave. But now the sea who bore me
has destroyed me. What faith is there in the sea, that spared
not even her own nursling?