Diary
Peter Parsons: Rooting around Oxyrhyncus, 4 June 2015
“... you can still read some edifying verses, in red letters two centimetres high: To my students: O may the god incline to hear my prayer That all may learn the Muses’ honeyed fare And, by the Graces’ aid, and Maia’s son, The heights of Rhetoric be wholly won. My boys, be brave: our great god will impart The victor’s ... ”