Everybody goes, cynic philosopher, virile boy, women, and priests--all go.

So sure am I of what you will do that I assume to advise you.

Do not take quarters in the city--that will be loss of time; but go at once to the village in the edge of the grove.

The way is through a garden, under the spray of fountains.
The lovers of the god and his Penaean maid built the town; and in its porticos and paths and thousand retreats you will find characters and habits and sweets and kinds elsewhere impossible.

But the wall of the city! there it is, the masterpiece of Xeraeus, the master of mural architecture." All eyes followed his pointing finger.
"This part was raised by order of the first of the Seleucidae.
Three hundred years have made it part of the rock it rests upon." The defense justified the encomium.