refusal to think ill of life has not been idealized by

You, Plutus, and in this piteous guise! Oh, Phoebus Apollo! oh, ye

gods of heaven and hell! Oh, Zeus! is it really and truly as you say?

His own very self and none other.

But tell me, how come you're so squalid?

I have just left Patrocles' house, who has not had a bath since

But your infirmity; how did that happen? Tell me.

Zeus inflicted it on me, because of his jealousy of-mankind.

When I was young, I threatened him that I would only go to the just,