There is an infinity of other plants and flowers, or weeds as Sosimenes calls them, of which he has cleared his oliveyard, and which I shall adopt. Twenty of his slaves came in yesterday, laden with hyacinths and narcissi, anemones and jonquils. 'The curses of our vineyards,' cried he, 'and good neither for man nor beast. I have another estate infested with lilies of the valley: I should not wonder if you accepted these too.' 'And with thanks,' answered I. The whole of his remark I could not collect: he turned aside, and (I believe) prayed. I only heard 'Pallas'--'Father'--'sound mind'--'inoffensive man'--'good neighbour'. As we walked together I perceived him looking grave, and I could not resist my inclination to smile as I turned my eyes toward him. He observed it, at first with unconcern, but by degrees some doubts arose within him, and he said, 'Epicurus, you have been throwing away no less than half a talent on this sorry piece of mountain, and I fear you are about to waste as much in labour: for nothing was ever so terrible as the price we are obliged to pay the workman, since the conquest of Persia and the increase of luxury in our city. Under three obols none will do his day's work. But what, in the name of all the deities, could induce you to plant those roots, which other people dig up and throw away?' 'I have been doing,' said I, 'the same thing my whole life through, Sosimenes!' 'How!' cried he; 'I never knew that.' 'Those very doctrines,' added I, 'which others hate and extirpate, I inculcate and cherish. They bring no riches, and therefore are thought to bring no advantage; to me, they appear the more advantageous for that reason. They give us immediately what we solicit through the means of wealth. We toil for the wealth first; and then it remains to be proved whether we can purchase with it what we look for. Now, to carry our money to the market, and not to find in the market our money's worth, is great vexation; yet much greater has already preceded, in running up and down for it among so many competitors, and through so many thieves.' After a while he rejoined, 'You really, then, have not overreached me?' 'In what, my friend?' said I. 'These roots,' he answered, 'may perhaps be good and saleable for some purpose. Shall you send them into Persia? or whither?' 'Sosimenes, I shall make love-potions of the flowers.' _Leontion._ O Epicurus! should it ever be known in Athens that they are good for this, you will not have, with all your fences of prunes and pomegranates, and precipices with brier upon them, a single root left under ground after the month of Elaphebolion.[8] _Epicurus._ It is not every one that knows the preparation. _Leontion._ Everybody will try it. _Epicurus._ And you, too, Ternissa? _Ternissa._ Will you teach me? _Epicurus._ This, and anything else I know. We must walk together when they are in flower. _Ternissa._ And can you teach me, then? _Epicurus._ I teach by degrees.