1 Quotes by Phokylides

In the words of Phokylides, the tribes of women come in four breeds: bee, bitch and grimy sow,and sinewy mate with draping mane. The mareis healthy, swift, roundly built and on the loose. The monster-looking sow is neither good nor rotten,and the bristling bitch lies snapping at the leash. Yes, the bee is best: a whizz at cleaning, trimand good in cooking. My poor friend, I tell you, for a bright, balmy marriage, pray for a bee.