As it was we who made these great discoveries,
Which tend especially towards holy living.
Slave. Pray leave off talking about piety!
Cook. I beg your pardon. Come and take a snack
Along with me, and get the things prepared.—Anon.
Cratinus. (Book xiv. § 81, p. 1057.)
On the light wring of Zephyr that thitherward blows,
What a dainty perfume has invaded my nose;
And sure in yon copse, if we carefully look,