Anaxarchus, cum in exitum tisanae pilo contunderetur: Tunde, tunde, aiebat, Anaxarchi follem, Anaxarchum enim non tundis: o philosophi magnanimitatem, qui de tali exitu suo etiam iocabatur! Omitto eos qui cum gladio proprio vel alio genere mortis mitiore de laude pepigerunt.
Anaxarchus, when they pounded him like barley groats with a pestle, Pound away! he cried, pound away! it is Anaxarchuss outside case you are pounding, not Anaxarchus!a O the splendid spirit of the philosopher, jesting about his own death, and such a death! I pass over those who with their own swords, or some milder form of death, have bargained for praise.
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