Note 46 — ETHICAL FRAGMENTS OF HIEROCLES,
Thomas Taylor translation
This reminds me of what Pope, no less piously than pathetically says, respecting his mother, in the following most beautiful lines:
“Me let the tender office long engage, To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mothers breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death; Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky.” See his Seventh Epistle, near the end.