To honour, without grudge, their friend, successful.For moody, on the heart, a poison seatedIts burthen doubles to who gained the sickness:By his own griefs he is himself made heavy,And out-of-door prosperity seeing groans at.Knowing, I’d call (for well have I experienced)Fellowship’s mirror,
phantom of a shadow,
Those seeming to be mighty gracious to me:While just Odusseus — he who sailed not willing —When joined on, was to me the ready trace-horse.This of him, whether dead or whether living,I say. For other city-and-gods’ concernment —Appointing common courts, in full assemblageWe will consult. And as for what holds seemly —How it may lasting stay well, must be counselled:While what has need of medicines PaionianWe, either burning or else cutting kindly,Will make endeavour to turn pain from sickness.And now into the domes and homes by altarGoing, I to the gods first raise the right-hand —