The Vine Replies

In this vineyard a bearded and agile he-goat once stripped all the tender shoots from one of the vines, and these words came to him out of the earth: " You may devour my fruitful vine now, miserable one, but my firm-set root will produce sweet nectar for a libation at your sacrifice. "
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Leonidas of Tarentum
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