woman who had the effrontery to set up for the domestic virtues.
The stories that thus gradually came to be told about Sappho in later years — scandal at longer and longer range — were simply inevitable, from the point of view of Athens.
If Aristophanes spared neither Socrates nor Euripides, why should his successors spare Sappho?
Therefore the reckless comic authors of that luxurious city, those Pre-Bohemians of literature, made the most of their game.
Ameipsias, Amphis, Antiphanes, Diphilus, Ephippus, Timocles, all wrote farces bearing the name of a woman who had died in excellent repute, so far as appears, two centuries before.
With what utter recklessness they did their work is shown by their naming as her lovers Archilochus, who died before she was born, and Hipponax, who was born after she died.
Then came, in later literature, the Roman Ovid, who had learned from licentious princesses to regard womanly virtue as only a pretty fable.
He took up the tale of Sappho, conju