Μη συ γ' επ' οιονομοιο περιπλεον ιλυος ὡδε Τουτο χαραδραιης θερμον, ὁδιτα', πιης· Αλλα μολων μαλα τυτθον ὑπερ δαμαληβοτον ακραν, Κεισε γε παρ' κεινα ποιμενια πιτυι, Ἑυρησεις κελαρυζον ευκρηνου δια πετρης Ναμα, Βορειαιης ψυχροτερον νιφαδος. O, traveller! taste not of this muddy fount, In which the weary flock and herds recline, For farther on, upon yon verdant mount, And 'neath the branches of a lofty pine, From out a rock a sparkling fountain flows With waters colder than the Northern snows. And, again, here are a few lines, by the fair Anyte, simple indeed, but graceful and pleasing: Ἱζευ ἁπας ὑπο τασδε δαφνας. κ. τ. λ. Recline beneath this laurel's verdure sweet, And taste the waters of this crystal spring; Here rest thy limbs, unnerved by summer's heat, Refreshed, the while, by zephyr's whispering. And yet another, by an author whose name has been forgotten: Ερχεο και κατ εμαν. κ. τ. λ. Come, wearied traveller, here recline Beneath this dark o'erarching pine, Whose waving sprays, with sighing sweet, Joy the passing winds to greet. List to the soft and silvery sound, My falling waters scatter round. Its murmur, low reëchoing, Repose to thee will quickly bring. The whole has an air of quiet yet musical repose that makes us almost fancy we hear the plashing of the falling waters. There is also a pretty little inscription, somewhat Anacreontic, by Marianus the Scholiast, on a warm spring. Ταδ' ὑπο τας ρλατανους. κ. τ. λ. Once Love within these shades was sleeping, And gave his torch to the Naïads' keeping. 'Aha!' cried they, 'we'll quench its glow Within our fountain's icy flow, And, when its cruel fires cease, The heart of man shall beat in peace.' They plunged it in, but, all untamed, The wondrous torch still brightly flamed, And now these lovely nymphs must pour A heated spring to yonder shore. And here, in the compass of four lines, has Paul the Silentiary given a better eulogy to his sea-side garden than could be comprehended in a whole volume of modern descriptive poetry. He allows the imagination to wander at will among objects of its own creating, and to depict for itself the scene which he would not describe: Ενθαδ' εριδμαινουσι, τινος πλεον επλετο χωρος, Νυμφαι, Νηιαδες, Νηρεις, Αδρυαδες· Ταις δε θεμιστευει μεσατη Χαρις, ουδε δικαζειν Οιδεν, επει ξυνιν τερψιν ὁ χωρος εχει. Here Dryads, Nymphs, and Nereids contend, Which, to this spot, its chief attraction lend; Beauty, in vain, their difference would accord, Each to the scene such equal charms afford. We will now give an inscription of Theocritus, in dedicating an humble rustic altar to Apollo: Τα δροσοεντα τα ῥοδα. κ. τ. λ.