Book XXII

Book XXI.

Of this Book no Fragments remain.

1 Those hired female mourners who weep at a stranger's funeral, and tear their hair, and bawl louder....

2 A slave neither faithless to my owner, nor unserviceable to any, here I, Metrophanes, lie, Lucilius' main-stay

3 Zopyrion cuts his lips on both sides....

4 ... whether the man's nose is straighter now, ... his calves and legs.