Note 59 — Chapter XV · THE FRAGMENTS OF ÆSCHYLUS, SOPHOCLES, AND EURIPIDES.
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Go to now, O ye bad men, heap up honors By force, get wealth, hunting it whence ye can, By indiscriminate armfuls, right and wrong; Then reap of all these things the wretched harvest.
Ino, 420.
Gold! of all welcome blessings thou'rt the best! For never had a mother's smile for men, Nor son, nor father dear, such perfect charm, As thou and they who hold thee for their guest. If Kupris darts such glamour from her gaze, No wonder that she breeds a myriad loves!
Bellerophontes, 288.