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[Greek: GRIPHOI. ]

     For the perch followeth the blacktail gladly.
B. A cestreus, blacktail, perch, and man, and net,—
     I don't know what you mean; there's no sense in it.
A. Wait while I clearly now explain myself:
     There is a man who giving all he has,
     When giving it, knows not to whom he gives it,
     Nor knows he has the things he does not need.
B. Giving, not giving, having, and not having,—
     I do not understand one word of this.
A. These were the very words of this same griphus.
     For what you know you do not just now know,
     What you have given, or what you have instead.
     This was the meaning.
                           B. Well, I should be glad
     To give you too a griphus.
                                A. Well, let's have it.
B. A pinna and a mullet, two fish, both
     Endued with voices, had a conversation,
     And talk'd of many things; but did not say
     What they were talking of, nor whom they thought
     They were addressing; for they both did fail
     In seeing who it was to whom they talk'd.
     And so, while they kept talking to each other,
     The goddess Ceres came and both destroy'd.

73. And in his play called Sappho, Antiphanes represents the poetess herself as proposing griphi, which we may call riddles, in this manner: and then some one else is represented as solving them. For she says—

S. There is a female thing which holds her young
     Safely beneath her bosom; they, though mute,
     Cease not to utter a loud sounding voice
     Across the swelling sea, and o'er the land,
     Speaking to every mortal that they choose;
     But those who present are can nothing hear,
     Still they have some sensation of faint sound.

And some one, solving this riddle, says—

B. The female thing you speak of is a city;
     The children whom it nourishes, orators;
     They, crying out, bring from across the sea,
     From Asia and from Thrace, all sorts of presents:
     The people still is near them while they feed on it,
     And pour reproaches ceaselessly around,
     While it nor hears nor sees aught that they do.
S. But how, my father, tell me, in God's name,
     Can you e'er say an orator is mute,
     Unless, indeed, he's been three times convicted?
B. And yet I thought that I did understand
     The riddle rightly. Tell me then yourself.