Note 13 — BOOK IV.
Rowland Smith translation
ὧ φιλον ὕπνου θέλγητρον, ἑπίκουρον νoσου, . . . . . . "ὦ πότνια λήθη τῶν κακῶν, ώς εἶ σοφὴ καὶ τoῖσι δυστυχοῦσιν εὐκτάια θεός."—Eur. Or.
"Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course. Chief nourisher in life's feast."