* * * * * LXXI “My throat becomes dry.” See Sappho, Frag. 2. (Wharton): “ ... For when I see thee but a little, I have no utterance left, my tongue is broken down, and straightway a subtle fire has run under my skin. With my eyes I have no sight, my ears ring, sweat pours down, and a trembling seizes all my body; I am paler than grass, and seem in my madness little better than one dead....” * * * * * LXXV “The object.” See the sixth mime of Herondas (too long to reproduce here) translated in Symonds’ “Studies of the Greek Poets” (Third edition. 1893. II-237). This mime describes a visit between two women in reference to the same sort of object sought by Bilitis’ friend. One of Herondas’ ladies remarks, about her leather worker, “He works at his own house and sells on the sly ... but the things he makes, they’re like Athene’s handiwork ... a cobbler more kindly disposed toward the female sex you would not find....” The price was “fourpence.” * * * * * LXXXI “Thy hair is moist.” See Meleager (Anth. Pal. V-175): “Truly, thou betrayest thyself; thy locks, still moist with perfumes, denounce thy dissolute life; thine eyes, heavy with fatigue, show well how thy night has been passed; this coronal upon thy forehead reveals the festival; this disordered hair shows the path of amorous hands; and all thy body staggers under the vapors of the wine....” * * * * * LXXXIII “For whom, now, shall I paint my lips?” See Paulus Silentiarius (Anth. Pal. V-228): “For whom shall I curl my hair? for whom trim my nails? for whom perfume my hands? To what end this purple-banded cloak, since I go not to beautiful Rhodopis?...” EPIGRAMS IN THE ISLAND OF CYPROS XCIV “Thyrses.” These were long rods, often surmounted by a pine cone, carried by votaries of Dionysos. Too long to be used as drum-sticks. * * * * * CI “Conversation.” See Philodemos (Anth. Pal. V-46): “I salute thee.--I salute thee also.--What is thy name?--And thine? Thou mayest know mine later.--Thou art in a hurry?--And thou art not?--Hast thou someone?--I have always my lover.--Wilt thou eat dinner with me to-day?--If thou wishest.--Good. What shall I give thee?--Give me nothing in advance.--That is strange.--But when the night is over, give what thou wishest.--Thou art a just girl. Where is thy dwelling? I will send for thee.--I will show thee.--And when wilt thou come?--At once, if thou wishest--At once, then.--Lead the way.” * * * * * CIII “A girdle of silver plates.” See Asclepiades (Anth. Pal. V-158): “Upon a day, I played with facile Hermione. Like the Goddess, she wore a girdle broidered with flowers; and on it I read, in letters of gold: Love me, but grieve not if I give myself to another.” * * * * * CIX “Athena.”