But that men used to wrap eels up in beet, and then eat them, is a fact constantly alluded to in the poets of the old comedy; and Eubulus says in his Echo—
The nymph who never knew the joys of marriage,And in his Ionian he says—
Clothed with rosy beet will now appear,
The white-flesh'd eel. Hail, brilliant luminary,
Great in my taste, and in your own good qualities.
And after this were served up the richAnd in his Medea he says— [p. 471]
Entrails of roasted tunnies; then there came
Those natives of the lake, the holy eels,
Bœotian goddesses; all clothed in beet.
The sweet Bœotian Copaic virgin;And that the eels of the river Strymon were also celebrated, Antiphanes tells us in his Thamyras, saying—
For I do fear to name the Goddess.
And then your namesake river, far renown'dAnd Demetrius the Scepsian, in the sixteenth book of his Trojan Array, says that there were eels of surpassing excellence produced in the neighbourhood of the river Euleus (and this river is mentioned by Antimachus in his work entitled The Tablets, where he says—
In all the mouths of men, the mighty Strymon,
Who waters the rich warlike plains of Thrace,
Breeds mighty eels.
Arriving at the springs
Where Euleus with his rapid eddies rises).