Now, that the ancients were very much addicted to the use of perfumes, is plain from their knowing to which of our limbs each unguent was most suitable. Accordingly, Antiphanes, in his Thoricians, or The Digger, says—
A. He really bathes—And Cephisodorus, in his Trophonius, says—
B. What then?
A. In a large gilded tub, and steeps his feet
And legs in rich Egyptian unguents;
His jaws and breasts he rubs with thick palm-oil,
And both his arms with extract sweet of mint;
His eyebrows and his hair with marjoram,
His knees and neck with essence of ground thyme.
A. And now that I may well anoint my body,Anaxandrides, too, in his Protesilaus, says—
Buy me some unguents, I beseech you, Xanthias,
Of roses made and irises. Buy, too,
[p. 1102] Some oil of baccaris for my legs and feet.
B. You stupid wretch! Shall I buy baccaris,
And waste it on your worthless feet?
Unguents from Peron, which but yesterdayAnd Theopompus also mentions this perfumer, Peron, in his Admetus, and in the Hedychares. Antiphanes, too, says in his Antea—
He sold to Melanopus,—very costly,
Fresh come from Egypt; which he uses now
To anoint the feet of vile Callistratus.
I left the man in Peron's shop, just now,
Dealing for ointments; when he has agreed,
He'll bring you cinnamon and spikenard essence.