For aye shall your fame in the land be told, Harmodius and Aristogeiton bold, Who, striking the tyrant down, Made Athens a freeman's town. The whole collection of scolia in Bergk (pp. 1287-1296) is full of interest, since these simple and popular songs carry us back more freshly than elaborate poems to the life of the Greeks. One of these, attributed to Simonides, sums up the qualities which a Greek most desired: #hygiainein men ariston andri thnatôi, deuteron de phyan kalon genesthai, to triton de ploutein adolôs, kai to tetarton hêban meta tôn philôn.#[88] Unlike Solomon, when asked what he would take from the Lord as a gift, the Greek poet does not answer Wisdom, but first Health, secondly Beauty, thirdly Wealth untainted by fraud, and fourthly Youth in the society of friends. The last thought of this little poem is expanded very beautifully in another scolion: #syn moi pine, synêba, synera, systephanêphorei, syn moi mainomenôi maineo, syn sôphroni sôphronei#: "Drink with me, be young with me, love with me, wear crowns with me, when I am mad be mad with me, be wise with me when I am wise." The verb #synêban# is almost untranslatable. Of another kind is the scolion of Hybrias the Cretan, translated thus into English verse by Thomas Campbell: My wealth's a burly spear and brand, And a right good shield of hides untanned, Which on my arm I buckle: With these I plough, I reap, I sow, With these I make the sweet vintage flow, And all around me truckle. But your wights that take no pride to wield A massy spear and well-made shield, Nor joy to draw the sword: Oh, I bring those heartless, hapless drones, Down in a trice on their marrow-bones, To call me king and lord. This catch brings before our eyes in a very lively picture the lawless Freiherr of early Dorian barbarism. Another species of the scolion is more sentimental: "Would that I were a fair lyre of ivory, and that fair boys bore me to the Bacchic Choir; would that I were a fair, new, and mighty golden jar, and that a fair woman bore me with a pure heart." Again, we find moral precepts in these catches. "Whoso betrayeth not a friend hath great honor among men and gods, according to my mind." While on the subject of scolia, it will not do to pass over the most splendid specimen we have in this order of composition. It is a fragment from Pindar (Bergk, p. 327), to translate which, I feel, is profanation: O soul, 'tis thine in season meet, To pluck of love the blossom sweet, When hearts are young: But he who sees the blazing beams, The light that from _that_ forehead streams, And is not stung;-- Who is not storm-tost with desire,-- Lo! he, I ween, with frozen fire, Of adamant or stubborn steel, Is forged in his cold heart that cannot feel.