Even this—they have trodden a highway of glory
By inheritance theirs; through deeds most mighty
Have they won it—yet needs not to dwell on their story.
Sweetly doth rest after labour come:
Even honey may cloy, and the flowers that bloom
Delightsome in gardens of Aphrodite.
Diversely all men’s natures be wrought,
And each man draweth his several lot
In life; but if any man think to attain
Unto bliss all-perfect, his hope is vain.
None know I to whom I can say that Fate
This consummation hath granted, to be
Inalienable. Thearion, thee
In season she bringeth to happy state;