Lives of the eminent philosophers
Book i . . . . .
Of songs still sung these verses belong to him:
Here too are certain current apophthegms assigned to him:
I may also cite one of my own, from my first book, epigrams in various metres :
Solon inserted one of his own:
That he foresaw the tyranny of pisistratus is proved by a passage from a poem of his:
Of the songs sung this is attributed to solon:
The inscription on his statue runs thus:
His apophthegm is: give a pledge, and suffer for it. a short letter is also ascribed to him.
To him belongs the apophthegm, know thine opportunity.
And hipponax thus: more powerful in pleading causes than bias of priene.
For this earns most gratitude the headstrong spirit often flashes forth with harmful bane.
His apophthegm was: moderation is best. and he wrote to solon the following letter:
There is also an epigram of my own in the pherecratean metre:
Book ii . . . . .
I also have written an epigram upon him:
And again he calls euripides an engine riveted by socrates. and callias in the captives :
This disdainful, lofty spirit of his is also noticed by aristophanes when he says:
There is another on the circumstances of his death:
Aristippus, however, put on the dress and, as he was about to dance, was ready with the repartee:
The pun upon καινοῦ (new) and καὶ νοῦ (mind as well) recurs vi. 3.
Book iii
Moreover, there are verses of timon which refer to plato:
Then there is timon who puns on his name thus:
And alexis in the olympiodorus :
Anaxilas, again, in the botrylion , and in circe and rich women , has a gibe at him.
This, they say, was actually inscribed upon his tomb at syracuse.
And thus it was from the Greeks that philosophy took its rise: its very name refuses to be translated into foreign speech.
But those who attribute its invention to barbarians bring forward Orpheus the Thracian, calling him a philosopher of whose antiquity there can be no doubt. Now, considering the sort of things he said about the gods, I hardly know whether he ought to be called a philosopher; for what are we to make of one who does not scruple to charge the gods with all human suffering, and even the foul crimes wrought by the tongue amongst a few of mankind? The story goes that he met his death at the hands of women; but according to the epitaph at Dium in Macedonia he was slain by a thunderbolt; it runs as follows: 4
Here have the Muses laid their minstrel true,
The Thracian Orpheus whom Jove's thunder slew.