34. And when some one said that a cock dressed with a sauce of oil and vinegar (ὀξυλίπαρον) was a very good bird, Ulpian, who was fond of finding fault, and who was reclining on a couch by himself, eating little, but watching the rest of the guests, said—What is that ὀξυλίπαρον you speak of? unless indeed you give that name to the small figs called κόττανα and lepidium, which are both national food of mine.—But Timocles, he replied, the comic poet, in his play called The Ring, mentions ὀξυλίπαρον, saying— And sharks and rays and all the other fish, Which may be dressed in sauce of ὀξυλίπαρον. And Alexis has called some men ἀκρολίπαροι, fat on the surface, in his Wicked Woman, saying— Fat on the surface, but the rest of their body Is all as dry as wood. And once when a large fish was served up in sour pickle (ὀξάλμν), and somebody said that every fish (ὀψάριον) was best when dressed in this kind of pickle, Ulpian, picking out the small bones, and contracting his brows, said,—here do you find the word ὀξάλμη̣ And as to ὀψάριον, I am quite sure that that is a word used by no living author. However, at that time the guests all desired him to settle that as he pleased, and themselves preferred eating; while Cynulcus quoted these lines out of the Breezes of Metagenes— But, my friend, now let us dine, After that ask what you choose; For at present I'm so hungry, I can't recollect a thing. But Myrtilus in a pleasant manner declared that he subscribed to Ulpian's sentiments, so as to be willing to have nothing to eat, as long as he might talk; and said;—Cratinus, in his Ulysseses, has mentioned ὀξάλμη, in the following lines— And in return for this I now will take All you my brave companions; and will pound, And boil, and broil, and roast you thoroughly, n pickle, sour pickle (ὀξάλμη), garlic pickle, Soaking you thoroughly in each by turns. And that one which does seem most fairly roasted I'll do the honour to devour myself. And Aristophanes, in his Wasps,— Breathe on me, and then put me in hot pickle (ὀξάλμη). 35. And of living people we ourselves use the word ὀψάριον. Plato does so too; speaking of fish in his Pisander, he says— _A._ Now eating . . . . _B._ What on earth? . . . _A._ Why, all there is; Fish (ὀψάριον). _B._ You were sick, and did they give you this? _A._ But I, the other day, eating a crab . . . . And Pherecrates, in his Deserters, says— Some one has served us up this dish of fish (τ᾽ ὀψάριον). And Philemon, in his Treasure, says— It is not right to cheat us in this way, Nor to have worthless fish (ὀψάρια). And Menander, in his Carthaginian, says— I offered Boreas much frankincense, And yet I did not catch one single fish (ὀψάριον), So I must now cook lentils for my supper. And in his Ephesian he says— Having some fish (ὀψάριον) for breakfast.