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Alexis. (Book xv. § 44, p. 1105.)
Nor fell
His perfumes from a box of alabaster;
That were too trite a fancy, and had savour'd
O' the elder time—but ever and anon
He slipp'd four doves, whose wings were saturate
With scents, all different in kind—each bird
Bearing its own appropriate sweets:—these doves,
Wheeling in circles round, let fall upon us
A shower of sweet perfumery, drenching, bathing
Both clothes and furniture—and lordlings all—
I deprecate your envy, when I add,
That on myself fell floods of violet odours.—Mitchell.
Simonides. (Book xv. § 50, p. 1110.)
Oh! Health, it is the choicest boon Heaven can send us,
And Beauty's arms, bright and keen, deck and defend us;
Next follows honest Wealth—riches abounding—
And Youth's pleasant holidays—friendship surrounding.
D. K. Sandford.
(Book xv. § 50, p. 1110.)
With his claw the snake surprising,
Thus the crab kept moralizing:—
"Out on sidelong turns and graces,
Straight's the word for honest paces!"—D. K. Sandford.
Callistratus. (Book xv. § 50, p. 1111.)
Wreathed with myrtles be my glaive.
Like the falchion of the brave,
Death to Athens' lord that gave.
Death to tyranny!
Yes! let myrtle-wreaths be round
Such as then the falchion bound,
When with deeds the feast was crown'd
Done for liberty!
