As he went buzzing — sorrows that concerned theeSeeing, that filled more than their fellow-sleep-time.Now, all this having suffered, from soul grief-freeI would style this man here the dog o’ the stables,The saviour forestay of the ship, the high roof’sGround-prop, son sole-begotten to his father,— Ay, land appearing to the sailors past hope,Loveliest day to see after a tempest,To the wayfaring-one athirst a well-spring,— The joy, in short, of ’scaping all that ’s — fatal!I judge him worth addresses such as these are— Envy stand off! — for many those old evilsWe underwent. And now, to me — dear headship! —Dismount thou from this car, not earthward settingThe foot of thine, O king, that’s Ilion’s spoiler!Slave-maids, why tarry? — whose the task allottedTo strew the soil o’ the road with carpet-spreadings.Immediately be purple-strewn the pathway,So that to home unhoped may lead him — Justice!As for the rest, care shall — by no sleep conquered —