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                    <TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><text><body><div type="translation" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0062.tlg019.perseus-eng2" xml:lang="eng"><div type="textpart" xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0062.tlg019.perseus-eng2" subtype="section" n="22"><p>

In time of peace, on the other hand, being one of
the voters, you go to the assembly and lord it over
the rich while they quake and cringe and seck your
good will with presents. Besides, it is they who
toil that you may have baths and shows and everything else to your heart’s content, while you investigate and scrutinize them harshly like a master,
sometimes without even letting them say a word for
themselves; and if you choose you shower them
generously with stones or confiscate their properties.
And_ you do not dread an informer, nor yet a robber
who might steal your gold by climbing over the
coping or digging through the wall; and you are
not bothered with casting up accounts or collecting
debts or squabbling with your confounded agents,
and thus dividing your attention among so many
worries. No, after you have finished a sandal and
received your pay of seven obols, you get up from
your bench toward evening, take a bath if you choose,

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buy yourself a bloater or sprats or a bunch of onions,
and have a good time, singing a great deal and
philosophizing with that good soul, Poverty.

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So in consequence of all this you are sound
and strong in body and can stand the cold, for
your hardships have trained you fine and made you
no mean fighter against adverse conditions that scem
to the rest of the world irresistible. No chance
that one of their severe illnesses will come near
you: on the contrary, if ever you get a light fever,
after humouring it a little while you jump out
of bed at once, shaking off your discomfort, and the
fever takes flight immediately on seeing that you
drink cold water and have no use for doctors’ visits.
But the rich, unhappy that they are—what ills are
they not subject to through intemperance? Gout
and consumption and pneumonia and dropsy are the
consequences of those splendid dinners.</p><p>In brief, some of them who like Icarus fly high
and draw near the sun without knowing that their
wings are fitted on with wax, now and then make
a great splash by falling head-first into the sea, while
of those who, copying Daedalus, have not let their
ambitions soar high in the air but have kept them
close to earth so that the wax is occasionally wet
with spray, the most part reach their journey’s end
in safety.
</p><p><label>MICYLLUS</label>
You mean temperate and sensible people.
</p><p><label>COCK</label>
But as for the others, Micyllus, you can see how
sadly they come to grief when a Croesus with his

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wings clipped makes sport for the Persians by
mounting the pyre, or a Dionysius, expelled from
his tyrant’s throne, turns up in Corinth as a schoolmaster, teaching children their a, b—ab, after holding sway so widely.

</p></div><div type="textpart" xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0062.tlg019.perseus-eng2" subtype="section" n="24"><p><label>MICYLLUS</label>
Tell me, cock, when you were king—for you say
you were once on a time—how did you find that
life? You were completely happy, I suppose, as
you had what is surely the acme of all blessings.
</p><p><label>COCK</label>
Don’t even remind me of it, Micyllus, so utterly
wretched was I then; for although in all things
external I seemed to be completely happy, as you
say, I had a thousand vexations within.
</p><p><label>MICYLLUS</label>
What were they? What you say is strange and
not quite credible.
</p><p><label>COCK</label>
I ruled over a great country, Micyllus, one that
roduced everything and was among the most noteworthy for the number of its people and the beauty
of its cities, one that was traversed by navigable
rivers and had a sea-coast with good harbours ; and
I had a great army, trained cavalry, a large bodyguard, triremes, untold riches, a great quantity of
gold plate and all the rest of the paraphernalia of
rule enormously exaggerated, so that when I went
out the people made obeisance and thought they
beheld a god inthe flesh, and they ran up one after

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another to look at me, while some even went up to
the house-tops, thinking it a great thing to have had
a good look at my horses, my mantle, my diadem,
and my attendants before and behind me. But I
myself, knowing how many vexations and torments
I had, pardoned them, to be sure, for their folly, but
pitied myself for being no better than the great
colossi that Phidias or Myron or Praxiteles made,
each of which outwardly is a beautiful Poseidon or
a Zeus, made of ivory and gold, with a thunderbolt
ora flash of lightning or a trident in his right hand ;
but if you stoop down and look inside, you will see
bars and props and nails driven clear through, and
beams and wedges and pitch and clay and a quantity
of such ugly stuff housing within, not to mention
numbers of mice and rats that keep their court in
them sometimes. That is what monarchy is like.

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