This, then, is the advice I want to give you, my friend Myrtilus; and, as we read in the Cynegis of Philetærus,—
Now you are old, reform those ways of yours;Or do you think that delightful which Timocles speaks of in his Marathonian Women?—
Know you not that 'tis hardly well to die
In the embraces of a prostitute,
As men do say Phormisius perished?
How great the difference whether you pass the nightAnd as Cynulcus had still a good deal which he wished to say, and as Magnus was preparing to attack him for the sake of Myrtilus,—Myrtilus, being beforehand with him (for he hated the Syrian), said—
With a lawful wife or with a prostitute!
Bah! Where 's the firmness of the flesh, the freshness
Of breath and of complexion? Oh, ye gods!
What appetite it gives one not to find
Everything waiting, but to be constrain'd
[p. 913] To struggle a little, and from tender hands
To bear soft blows and buffets; that, indeed,
Is really pleasure.
But our hopes were not so clean worn out,as Callimachus says. For are not we, O Cynulcus, able to defend ourselves?
As to need aid from bitter enemies;
How rude you are, and boorish with your jokes!as Ephippus says in his Philyra. For you seem to me to be one of those men
Your tongue is all on the left side of your mouth;
Who of the Muses learnt but ill-shaped letters,as some one of the parody writers has it.