Nemesianus, Eclogues 1.75-80

Thymoetas sings in memory of the dead Meliboeus.

namque prius siccis phocae pascentur in arvis,
hirsutusque freto vivet leo, dulcia mella
sudabunt taxi, confusis legibus anni
messem tristis hiems, aestas tractabit olivas,
ante dabit flores autumnus, ver dabit uvas,
quam taceat, Meliboee, tuas mea fistula laudes.

For seals will graze on the dry pastures, and the shaggy lion will live in the sea, the yews will exude sweet honey, the laws of the year will be confounded as severe winter manages the harvest and summer the olives, autumn will first put forth flowers, and spring will put forth grapes, before my pipe silently passes over praise of you, Meliboeus.

Xenophon, Hellenica 7.5.27

Xenophon rounds off his ‘history of Greece’, which began at the point where Thucydides stopped.

ἐμοὶ μὲν δὴ μέχρι τούτου γραφέσθω· τὰ δὲ μετὰ ταῦτα ἴσως ἄλλῳ μελήσει.

Let it be written by me up to this point, but as for the subsequent events, perhaps someone else will concern himself with them.