Now come, my Pegasus, get a-going with up-pricked ears and make

your golden bridle resound gaily. Eh! what are you doing? What are you

up to? Do you turn your nose towards the cesspools? Come, pluck up a

spirit; rush upwards from the earth, stretch out your speedy wings and

make straight for the palace of Zeus; for once give up foraging in

your daily food.-Hi! you down there, what are you after now? Oh! my

god! it's a man taking a crap in the Piraeus, close to the

whorehouses. But is it my death you seek then, my death? Will you