“The season for sailing. Already the chattering swallow returns with the slender west wind. Meadows bloom, and the boiling waves of the sea, whipped by gales, are smooth and silent. Come then, sailor, haul in the anchors and loosen the hawsers, and sail with all the canvas flying. It is Priapos, god of the harbor, who warns you now: set out from this port for foreign cargoes.” Willis BarnstoneLeonidas Of Tarentum Author:Leonidas of Tarentum
“Traveler, do not drink the warm water from this pool, all muddy from the quick mountain brook and the intruding sheep. Go a little further up the hill where the heifers are grazing, and there by a shepherd's pine you will find bubbling up through the porous rock a spring colder than northern snow.” Willis BarnstoneLeonidas Of Tarentum Author:Leonidas of Tarentum