Book VI, 288

We, the industrious daughters of Lycomedes, Atheno, Melitea, Phinto, and Glenis, offer from the tithe of our work, as a gift to please thee, a little part of the little we have in our poverty, the laborii Altogether twelve finger’s breadths. ous spindle, the weaving-comb that passes between the threads of the warp, sweet songster of the loom, our round spools, our... ., and our heavy weaving-blade. Fill our hands, Athene, ever after, and make us rich in meal instead of poor in meal,