Ever groweth the fame of a noble life, as a tree that is quickened by dews down-drifted:
Yea, so by poets inspired and righteous high as the heavens its glory is lifted.
Of manifold sort be the uses of friends; but the chiefest of all is the helping hand
In trouble. Yet also doth happiness crave some certain assurance of bliss to inherit.
It is nowise within my power, O Megas, to call back again into life thy spirit: