Thirsty comrade! wouldst thou know All the raptures that do flow From those sweet compulsive rules Of our ancient drinking schools— First, the precious draught shall raise Amorous thoughts in giddy maze, Mingling Bacchus' present treasure With the hopes of higher pleasure. Next, shall chase through empty air All th' intolerant host of Care; Give thee conquest, riches, power; Bid thee scale the guarded tower; Bid thee reign o'er land and sea With unquestion'd sov'reignty. Thou thy palace shalt behold, Bright with ivory and gold; While each ship that ploughs the main, Fill'd with Egypt's choicest grain, Shall unload her pon'drous store, Thirsty comrade! at thy door. * * * * * EPHIPPOS. (Book ii. § 30, p. 79.) How I delight To spring upon the dainty coverlets; Breathing the perfume of the rose, and steep'd In tears of myrrh!—J. A. ST. JOHN. * * * * * ALEXIS. (Book ii. § 44, p. 90.) Mean my husband is, and poor, And my blooming days are o'er. Children have we two,—a boy, Papa's pet and mamma's joy; And a girl, so tight and small, With her nurse;—that's five in all: Yet, alas! alas! have we Belly timber but for three! Two must, therefore, often make Scanty meal on barley-cake; And sometimes, when nought appears On the board, we sup on tears. My good man, once so strong and hale, On this fare grows very pale; For our best and daintiest cheer, Through the bright half of the year, Is but acorns, onions, peas, Ochros, lupines, radishes, Vetches, wild pears nine or ten, With a locust now and then. As to figs, the Phrygian treat, Fit for Jove's own guests to eat, They, when happier moments shine,— They, the Attic figs, are mine.—J. A. ST. JOHN. * * * * * EPICRATES. (Book ii. § 54, p. 98.)