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74 And for the rest,—not me, in woman's fashion,

Mollify, nor—as mode of barbarous man is—

To me gape forth a groundward-falling clamour!

Nor, strewing it with garments, make my passage

Envied! Gods, sure, with these behoves us honor:

But, for a mortal on these varied beauties

To walk—to me, indeed, is nowise fear-free.

I say—as man, not god, to me do homage!

Apart from foot-mats both and varied vestures,

Renown is loud, and—not to lose one's senses,

God's greatest gift. Behoves us him call happy

Who life has brought to end in loved well-being.

If all things I might manage thus—brave man, I!

Come now, this say, nor feign a feeling to me!