For, as we hear, the pupils of Pythagoras
Eat no good meat nor any living thing,
And they alone of men do drink no wine.
But Epicharides will bitches eat;
The only one of all the sect; but then
He kills them first, and says they are not living.

And proceeding a little farther, he says—

A.Shreds of Pythagoras and subtleties
And well-fill'd thoughts are their sufficient food.
Their daily meals are these—a simple loaf
To every man, and a pure cup of water.
And this is all.
B.You speak of prison fare.
A.This is the way that all the wise men live.
These are the hardships that they all endure.
B.Where do they live in such a way?
A.Yet they procure
Dainties after their sort for one another;
Know you not Melanippides and Phaon,
Phyromachus and Phanus are companions?
And they together sup on each fifth day
On one full cotyla of wheaten meal.

And, in his Female Pythagorean, he says—

A.The banquet shall be figs and grapes and cheese,
For these the victims are which the strict law
Allows Pythagoras' sect to sacrifice.
B.By Jove, as fine a sacrifice as possible.

And a few lines afterwards, he says—

One must for a short time, my friend, endure
Hunger, and dirt, and cold, and speechlessness,
And sullen frowns, and an unwashen face.

53. But you, my philosophical friends, practise none of these things. But what is far worse than any of them, you talk

[[260]]about what you do not in the least understand; and, as if you were eating in an orderly manner, you take in mouthfuls like the man in that sweet poet Antiphanes; for he says, in his Runaway Slave-catcher—

Taking a moderate mouthful, small outside,
But large within his hand, as women do.