671.
No oath weighs aught on one of scoundrel soul.
672.
When trouble ceases e'en our troubles please.
674.
Where fathers are by children overcome,
That is no city of the wise and good.
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'Tis best, where'er we are, to follow still
The customs of the country.
675.
He to whom men pay honour's noble meed
Has need of noble deeds innumerable,
And out of easy conflict there can come
But little glory.
676.
Counsels are mightier things than strength of hands.
677.
My body is enslaved, my mind is free.
678.
Not Kyprian only, children, is she called,
Who rules o'er Kypros, but bears many names.
Hades is she, and Might imperishable,
And raving Madness, and untamed Desire,
And bitter Lamentation. All is hers,
Or earnest, or in calm, or passionate;
For still where'er is life she winds within
The inmost heart. Where finds this Goddess not
Her easy prey? She masters all the tribe
Of fish that swim the waters, she prevails
O'er all four-footed beasts that walk the earth.
Her wing directs the course of wandering birds,
Mighty o'er beasts, and men, and Gods above.
What God in wrestling throws she not thrice o'er?
