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CHORUS.
Antistrophe I.
But be my guardian chastity,
The god's best gift, nor let my mind,
By cruel Cypris forced awry,
The burden of hot anger find,
Of gnawing jealousy; 640 (639)
But may she, pleasured with calm wedded lives,
Wisely adjudge their lots to wives.
Strophe II.
Oh home, oh country, ne'er may I
Through long hard years of poverty,
That bitterest of all distress, 645 (647)
Live on an alien citiless:
Nay, rather, having had my day,
Let death, let death do me away:
For no woe doth outpass this woe,
One's fatherland no more to know. 650 (652)
