Antigonus. (Book iii. § 22, p. 137.)
O where is the maiden, sweeter far
Than the ruddy fruits of Ephyrè are,
When the winds of summer have o'er them blown,
And their cheeks with autumn's gold have been strown! —J. A. St. John.
Antiphanes. (Book iii. § 27, p. 140.)
A. 'Twould be absurd to speak of what's to eat,
As if you thought of such things; but, fair maid,
Take of these apples.