I have read your speech, and have immensely admired it.  O muses; O learning; O Athens; what do you not give to those who love you!  What fruits do not they gather who spend even a short time with you!  Oh for your copiously flowing fountain!  What men all who drink of it are shewn to be!  I seemed to see the man himself in your speech, in the company of his chattering little woman.  A living story has been written on the ground by Libanius, who alone has bestowed the gift of life upon his words.