Lucan (c. 39-65)
“A common pyre awaits
the world, it will mix their bones with stars.
Wherever Fortune calls your soul, these souls
are there too. You won’t ascend any higher
into the breezes, or lie in a better place
beneath the night of Styx. Death is free
from Fortune. Earth takes all that she gives birth to,
and heaven covers whoever has no urn.”
- From Lucan’s Civil War (Book 7, approximately between lines 809-834), translated by Matthew Fox (Penguin Classics, 2012).
