His eyebrows and his hair with marjoram,
His knees and neck with essence of ground thyme.
And Cephisodorus, in his Trophonius, says—
A. And now that I may well anoint my body,
Buy me some unguents, I beseech you, Xanthias,
Of roses made and irises. Buy, too,
Some oil of baccaris for my legs and feet.
B. You stupid wretch! Shall I buy baccaris,
And waste it on your worthless feet?
Anaxandrides, too, in his Protesilaus, says—