Let brawling waves beat his shipagainst the shore, and have the mop-haired Thracianstake him naked at Salmydessos,and he will suffer a thousand calamities as he chews the bread of slaves.His body will stiffen in freezing surfas he wrestles with slimy seaweed,and his teeth will rattle like a helpless dog,flopped on his belly in the surge,puking out the brine. Let me watch him grovelin mud—for the wrong he did me:as a traitor he trampled on our good faith,he who was once my comrade.
-Archilochos
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