Author Charles Stuart Calverley O RTHO'S E PITAPH Friend , Ortho of Syracuse gives thee this charge: Never venture out, drunk, on a wild winter's night I did so and died. My possessions were large; Yet the turf that I'm clad with is strange to me quite. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments