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BALAUSTION'S ADVENTURE.
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Fly on me: I have known it long ago,Ay, and essayed myself in misery;Nothing is new. You have to stay, you friends,Because the next need is to carry forthThe corpse here: you must stay and do your part,Chant proper pæan to the God below;Drink-sacrifice he likes not. I decreeThat all Thessalians over whom I ruleHold grief in common with me; let them shearTheir locks, and be the peplos black they show!And you who to the chariot yoke your steeds.Or manage steeds one-frontleted,—I charge,Clip from each neck with steel the mane away!And through my city, nor of flute nor lyreBe there a sound till twelve full moons succeed.For I shall never bury any corpseDearer than this to me, nor better friend:One worthy of all honour from me, since
