|a grave at the Novodevichy Cemetery, Moscow, courtesy of Tess at The Mag|
434 I may seem mad
I may seem mad to you, but I say this for myself:
I would not be seen as mad; but why am I seen thus?
You say, Because you are always loved, because you are always in love.
And I say, If this is madness, may the gods keep me mad forever!
Translated in my own fashion, from the Latin of Seneca or pseudo-Seneca, and encouraged by Tess at The Mag. Many more inscriptions can be found here.