For our best and daintiest cheer,
Through the bright half of the year,
Is but acorns, onions, peas,[[385]]
Ochros, lupines,[[386]] radishes,
Vetches, wild pears nine or ten,[[387]]
With a locust[[388]] now and then.
As to figs, the Phrygian treat,
Fit for Jove’s own guests to eat,
They, when happier moments shine,—
They, the Attic figs, are mine.