Quotes from Leonidas of Tarentum

Far from Italy, far from my native TarentumI lie; and this is the worst of it—worse than death.An exile's life is no life. But the Muses loved me.For my suffering they gave me a honeyed gift:My name survives me. Thanks to the sweet MusesLeonidas will echo throughout all time.

The season of ships is here,The west wind and the swallows;Flowers in the fields appear,And the ocean of hills and hollowsHas calmed its waves and is clear.Free that anchor and chain!Set your full canvas flying,O men in the harbor lane:It is I, Priapus, crying.Sail out on your trades again!

An exile's life is no life.