48. And when Plutarch had burst into a violent fit of laughter at this, the Cynic, who could not endure to have his extensive learning on the subject of lentils disregarded, said--"But all you fine gentlemen from Alexandria, O Plutarch, are fed from your childhood on lentils; and your whole city is full of things made of lentils: which are mentioned by Sopater the lentil parodist, in his drama entitled Bacchis, where he speaks as follows:-- I could not bear to eat a common loaf, Seeing a large high brazen pile of lentils. For, what is there of which mortals have need, (according to your own idol, Euripides, O you most learned of men,) except two things only, The corn of Ceres and a draught of water? And they are here, and able to support us. But we are not with plenty such as this Contented, but are slaves to luxury And such contrivances of other food. And in another place that dramatic philosopher says-- The moderate fare shall me content Of a plain modest table; And I will never seek nor e'en admit Whatever is out of season and superfluous. And Socrates said that he differed from other men in this, that they lived that they might eat, but he ate that he might live. And Diogenes said to those who accused him of scratching himself,--I wish I could scratch my stomach, so as to rub all poverty and want out of it. And Euripides, in his Suppliant Women, says of Capaneus-- This man is Capaneus, a man who had Abundant riches, but no pride therefrom Lodged in his, more than in a poor man's bosom. But those who boasted of their luxury He blamed, and praised the contented spirit. For virtue did not, as he said, consist In eating richly, but in moderation. 49. Capaneus was not, as it seems, such as the honest Chrysippus describes, in his treatise On those things which are not eligible for their own sakes. For he speaks in this manner:--"Some men apply themselves with such eagerness to the pursuit of money, that it is even related, that a man once, when near his end, swallowed a number of pieces of gold, and so died. Another person sewed a quantity of money into a tunic, and put it on, and then ordered his servants to bury him in that dress, neither burning his body, nor stripping it and laying it out." For these men and all like them may almost be said, as they die, to cry out-- Oh gold, the choicest of all gifts to men! For no fond mother does such raptures know, Nor children in the house, nor any father, Such as do flow from you, and are enjoy'd By those who own you. If like yours the face Of Venus, when she rose up from the sea, No wonder that she has ten thousand lovers.