In reply to this, Masurius said;—But, my most excellent friend, are you not aware that it is in our brain that our senses are soothed, and indeed reinvigorated, by sweet smells? [p. 1098] as Alexis says in his Wicked Woman, where he speaks thus—
The best recipe for healthAnd that most valiant, and indeed warlike poet, Alcæus, says—
Is to apply sweet scents unto the brain.
He shed a sweet perfume all o'er my breast.And the wise Anacreon says somewhere—
Why fly away, now that you've well anointedfor he recommends anointing the breast with unguent, as being the seat of the heart, and considering it an admitted point that that is soothed with fragrant smells. And the ancients used to act thus, not only because scents do of their own nature ascend upwards from the breast to the seat of smelling, but also because they thought that the soul had its abode in the heart; as Praxagoras, and Philotimus the physician taught; and Homer, too, says—
Your breast, more hollow than a flute, with unguents?
And again he says—
He struck his breast, and thus reproved his heart.Hom. Odyss. xx. 17.
And in the Iliad he says—
His heart within his breast did rage.Ibid. 13.
And this they consider a proof that the most important portion of the soul is situated in the heart; for it is as evident as possible that the heart quivers when under the agitation of fear. And Agamemnon, in Homer, says—
But Hector's heart within his bosom shook.Hom. Iliad, vii. 216.
And Sophocles has represented women released from fear as saying—
Scarce can my knees these trembling limbs sustain,
And scarce my heart support its load of pain;
With fears distracted, with no fix'd design,
And all my people's miseries are mine.Iliad, x. 96.
But Anaxandrides makes a man who is struggling with fear say—
Now Fear's dark daughter does no more exult
Within my heart.This is not from any extant play.
O my wretched heart![p. 1099] And Plato says, “that the great Architect of the universe has placed the lungs close to the heart, by nature soft and destitute of blood, and having cavities penetrable like sponge, that so the heart, when it quivers, from fear of adversity or disaster, may vibrate against a soft and yielding substance.” But the garlands with which men bind their bosoms are called ὑποθυμιάδες by the poets, from the exhalations (ἀναθυμίασις of the flowers, and not because the soul (ψυχὴ) is called θυμὸς, as some people think.
How you alone of all my limbs or senses
Rejoice in evil; for you leap and dance
The moment that you see your lord alarm'd.