And Anaxandrides, in his Nereus, says— The man who first discover'd all the good Of the most precious head of a large grayling, And then how dainty was the tunny's meat, Caught where the waves are by no tempests tost, How good in short is the whole race of fish, Nereus his name, dwells in this place for ever. And Amphis, in his Seven against Thebes, says— Whole graylings, and large slices of the head. And in his Philetærus, he says— Take a small eel, and a fine grayling's head, And slices of a pike fresh from the sea. And Antiphanes, in his Cyclops, out-heroding even the epicure Archestratus, says— Give me an Hymettian mullet, And a ray just caught, a perch Split open, and a cuttle-fish, And a well-roasted synodon; A slice of grayling, and a head Of mighty conger, luscious food; A frog's inside, a tunny's flank, A ray's sharp back, a cestra's loin, Sea-sparrows, and sea-thrushes too, Sprats, and anchovies, let me not Complain of any want. 47. And Nausicrates says, in his Captains of Ships,— _A._ They say there are two kinds of fish most tender And beautiful to see, which oft appear To sailors wandering o'er the spacious plains Of ocean. And they say that one foretells To mortals all the evils which hang o'er them. _B._ You mean the grayling. _A._ You are right, I do. And Theolytus, the Methymnæan, in his Bacchic Odes, says that Glaucus the deity of the sea became enamoured of Ariadne, when she was carried off by Bacchus in the island of Dia; and that he, attempting to offer violence to her, was bound by Bacchus in fetters made of vine-twigs; but that when he begged for mercy he was released, saying— There is a place, Anthedon is its name, On the sea-side, against th' Eubœan isle, Near to the stream of the still vext Euripus— Thence is my race; and Copeus was my sire. [Sidenote: GLAUCUS.]