Diphilus once was drinking with Gnathæna. Said he, "Your cup is somewhat cold, Gnathæna;" And she replied, "'Tis no great wonder, Diphilus, For we take care to put some of your Plays in it." Diphilus was once invited to a banquet At fair Gnathæna's house, as men do say, On the holy day of Venus' festival— (He being a man above her other lovers Beloved by her, though she conceal'd her flame). He came accordingly, and brought with him Two jars of Chian wine, and four, quite full, Of wine from Thasos; perfumes, too, and crowns; Sweetmeats and venison; fillets for the head; Fish, and a cook, and a female flute-player. In the meantime a Syrian friend of hers Sent her some snow, and one saperdes; she Being ashamed lest any one should hear She had received such gifts, and, above all men, Fearing lest Diphilus should get at them, And show her up in one of his Comedies, She bade a slave to carry off at once The salt-fish to the men who wanted salt, As every one did know; the snow she told him To mix with the wine unseen by any one. And then she bade the boy to fill the cup With ten full cyathi of wine, and bear it At once to Diphilus. He eagerly Received the cup, and drain'd it to the bottom, And, marvelling at the delicious coolness, Said—"By Minerva, and by all the gods, You must, Gnathæna, be allow'd by all To have a most deliciously cool well." "Yes," said she, "for we carefully put in, From day-to-day, the prologues of your plays." A slave who had been flogg'd, whose back was mark'd With heavy weals, was once, as it fell out, Reposing with Gnathæna:—then, as she Embraced him, she found out how rough all over His back did feel. "Oh wretched man," said she, "In what engagement did you get these wounds?" He in a few words answer'd her, and said, "That when a boy, once playing with his playmates, He'd fallen backwards into the fire by accident." "Well," said she, "if you were so wanton then, You well deserved to be flogg'd, my friend." Gnathæna once was supping with Dexithea, Who was a courtesan as well as she; And when Dexithea put aside with care Nearly all the daintiest morsels for her mother, She said, "I swear by Dian, had I known How you went on, Dexithea, I would rather Have gone to supper with your mother than you." When this Gnathæna was advanced in years, Hastening, as all might see, towards the grave, They say she once went out into the market, And look'd at all the fish, and ask'd the price Of every article she saw. And seeing A handsome butcher standing at his stall, Just in the flower of youth,—"Oh, in God's name,