And Hedylus, in his Epigrams, giving a list of epicures in fish, mentions a man named Phaedo, in these lines:—
But Phædo, that great harpist, praises phyces,And he mentions Agisoto, in these lines:—
And sausages, he's such an epicure.
The fish is boil'd, now firmly bar the doors,He also speaks of a woman named Clio, on a similar account, saying—
Lest Agis, Proteus of the dishes, enter;
For he'll be fire, water,—what he likes;
But bar the door . . . . . .
For he, transform'd, like Jupiter, to gold
Will hasten to this rich Acrisian dish.
Clio's an epicure. Let's shut our eyes.
I beg you, Clio, by yourself to feed.
This conger costs a drachma; leave a pledge,
A band, an earring, or some ornament.
But we cannot endure the sight of you;
You're our Medusa; and we're turn'd to stone,
Not by the Gorgon, but by that whole conger.