The house is your own.

The rent paid by Glaukias, for the work-room and garden you inherited from your father, pays for half at least of what we and the birds and the slaves eat.

As for Philip, he lives on air and philosophy; and, besides, he is fed out of the great breadbasket of the Museum." At this point the starling interrupted the youth's vehement speech with the appropriate cry, "My strength! my strength!" The brother and sister looked at each other, and Alexander went on with genuine enthusiasm: "But it is not in you to believe us capable of such meanness.

Dedicate your next finished work to Isis or Serapis.

Let your masterpiece grace the goddess's head-gear, or the god's robe.