Works of Lucian of Samosata — Volume 01 by Lucian of Samosata
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hair and his smooth chin. Now, shall I tell you the way to win hearts?
Keep that aegis of yours quiet, and leave the thunderbolt at home; make yourself as smart as you can; curl your hair and tie it up with a bit of ribbon, get a purple cloak, and gold-bespangled shoes, and march forth to the music of flute and drum;--and see if you don't get a finer following than Dionysus, for all his Maenads. _Zeus_. Pooh! I'll win no hearts on such terms. _Eros_. Oh, in that case, don't fall in love. Nothing could be simpler. _Zeus_. I dare say; but I like being in love, only I don't like all this fuss. Now mind; if I let you off, it is on this understanding. F. III _Zeus. Hermes_ _Zeus_. Hermes, you know Inachus's beautiful daughter? _Her_. I do. Io, you mean? _Zeus_. Yes; she is not a girl now, but a heifer. |
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