full, and do thou, fire, ever approach the kneading-trough, that there may be a barley cake, of goodly appearance,[1] mixed with sesame. But the wife of your son shall be carried in a chariot, and stamping-footed mules shall lead her to this dwelling. But may she herself, seated on amber, weave a web. I will return, I will return every year, like a swallow. I stand at the vestibule, †and if thou wilt give aught; but if not, I will not stand still, for we have not come to live here.†[2]
XVI. TO FISHERMEN.
For from the blood of such fathers are ye descended [as are] neither rich in lands, nor feeding countless flocks.
XVII. MARGITES.[3]
Many things he knew, but ill he knew them all.
Him the gods had made neither a digger nor a ploughman, nor otherwise wise in aught; but he failed in every art.
THE END.
JOHN CHILDS AND SON, BUNGAY.
