55, 4.] And elsewhere: "Posthume, non bene olet, qui bene semper olet." ["Posthumus, he who ever smells well does not smell well." -- Idem, ii.

12, 14.] I am nevertheless a great lover of good smells, and as much abominate the ill ones, which also I scent at a greater distance, I think, than other men: "Namque sagacius unus odoror, Polypus, an gravis hirsutis cubet hircus in aliis Quam canis acer, ubi latest sus." ["My nose is quicker to scent a fetid sore or a rank armpit, than a dog to smell out the hidden sow."-- Horace, Epod., xii.

4.] Of smells, the simple and natural seem to me the most pleasing.

Let the ladies look to that, for 'tis chiefly their concern: amid the most profound barbarism, the Scythian women, after bathing, were wont to powder and crust their faces and all their bodies with a certain odoriferous drug growing in their country, which being cleansed off, when they came to have familiarity with men they were found perfumed and sleek.

'Tis not to be believed how strangely all sorts of odours cleave to me, and how apt my skin is to imbibe them.