At home, such wealth, king, we begin — by gods’ help —With having, and to lack, the household knows not.Of many garments had I vowed a treading(In oracles if fore-enjoined the household)Of this dear soul the safe-return-price scheming!For, root existing, foliage goes up houses,O’erspreading shadow against Seirios dog-star;And, thou returning to the hearth domestic,Warmth, yea, in winter dost thou show returning.And when, too, Zeus works, from the green-grape acrid,Vine — then, already, cool in houses cometh —The perfect man his home perambulating!Zeus, Zeus Perfecter, these my prayers perfect thou!Thy care be — yea — of things thou mayst make perfect!

CHOROS.Wherefore to me, this fear —Groundedly stationed here