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When the grasshopper sings his dulcet tune,  I love to see the Lemnian vines beginning to ripen, the earliest plant of all.  Likewise I love to watch the fig filling out, and when it has reached maturity I eat it with appreciation, exclaiming, “Oh! delightful season!” Then too I bruise some thyme and infuse it in water.  Indeed I grow a great deal fatter passing the summer in this way . . .