2 Quotes by Leonidas of Tarentum

The season for sailing. Already the chattering swallowreturns 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.

Traveler, do not drink the warm waterfrom this pool, all muddy from the quick mountain brookand the intruding sheep.Go a little further up the hillwhere the heifers are grazing, and there by a shepherd's pineyou will find bubbling up through the porous rocka spring colder than northern snow.