[431]. De Serv. p. 186. seq. Cf. Athen. xiv. 10.
[432]. A nurse’s lay prevalent among our own ancestors may not inaptly find a place here:
“Now suck, child, and sleep, child, thy mother’s own joy,
Her only sweet comfort to drown all annoy;
For beauty, surpassing the azurèd sky,
I love thee, my darling, as ball of mine eye.”
D’Israeli, Amenities of
Literature ii. 287.
[433]. Theoc. Eidyll. 24. 7. sqq.
[434]. Quintil. i. 10.