like manner does the son seize his father, 5and children their mother, tear out their life and eat the kindred flesh. R. P. 184 b.
(138)
Draining their life with bronze.[1]
(139)
Ah, woe is me that the pitiless day of death did not destroy me ere ever I wrought evil deeds of devouring with my lips! R. P. 184 b.
(140)
Abstain wholly from laurel leaves.
(141)
Wretches, utter wretches, keep your hands from beans!
(142)
Him will the roofed palace of aigis-bearing Zeus never rejoice, nor yet the house of . . .
(143)
Wash your hands, cutting the water from the five springs in the unyielding bronze. R. P. 184 c.
(144)
Fast from wickedness! R. P. 184 c.
(145)
Therefore are ye distraught by grievous wickednesses, and will not unburden your souls of wretched sorrows.
(146, 147)
But, at the last, they appear among mortal men as prophets, song-writers, physicians, and princes; and thence they rise up as gods exalted in honour, sharing the hearth of the other gods and the same table, free from human woes, safe from destiny, 5and incapable of hurt. R. P. 181 c.
(148)
. . . Earth that envelops the man.
- ↑ On frs. 138 and 143 see Vahlen on Arist. Poet. 21. 1457 b 13, and Diels in Hermes, xv. p. 173.
