CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTH.

"Priapus appeared to me in a dream and seemed to say--Know that Encolpius, whom you seek, has, by me, been led aboard your ship!" Tryphaena trembled violently, "You would think we had slept together," she cried, "for a bust of Neptune, which I saw in the gallery at Baiae, said to me, in my dream--You will find Giton aboard Lycas' ship!" "From which you can see that Epicurus was a man inspired," remarked Eumolpus; "he passed sentence upon mocking phantasms of that kind in a very witty manner.

Dreams that delude the mind with flitting shades

By neither powers of air nor gods, are sent:

Each makes his own! And when relaxed in sleep

The members lie, the mind, without restraint

Can flit, and re-enact by night, the deeds

That occupied the day. The warrior fierce,

Who cities shakes and towns destroys by fire

Maneuvering armies sees, and javelins,

And funerals of kings and bloody fields.

The cringing lawyer dreams of courts and trials,

The miser hides his hoard, new treasures finds:

The hunter's horn and hounds the forests wake,

The shipwrecked sailor from his hulk is swept.

Or, washed aboard, just misses perishing.

Adultresses will bribe, and harlots write

To lovers: dogs, in dreams their hare still course;

And old wounds ache most poignantly in dreams!"