I tell, besides, how that too cautious man, Who earn'd deserved hate from every woman, Stricken by a random shot, did not escape Nocturnal pangs of Love; but wander'd o'er The Macedonian hills and valleys green, Smitten with love for fair Argea, who Kept Archelaus' house, till the angry god Found a fit death for cold Euripides, Striving with hungry hounds in vain for life. Then there's the man whom, mid Cythera's rocks, The Muses rear'd, a faithful worshipper Of Bacchus and the flute, Philoxenus: Well all men know by what fierce passion moved He to this city came; for all have heard His praise of Galatea, which he sang Amid the sheepfolds. And you likewise know The bard to whom the citizens of Cos A brazen statue raised to do him honour, And who oft sang the praises of his Battis, Sitting beneath a plane-tree's shade, Philetas; In verses that no time shall e'er destroy. Nor do those men whose lot in life is hard, Seeking the secret paths of high philosophy, Or those whom logic's mazes hold in chains, Or that laborious eloquence of words, Shun the sharp struggle and sweet strife of Love; But willing, follow his triumphant car. Long did the charms of fair Theano bind The Samian Pythagoras, who laid bare The tortuous mysteries of geometry; Who all the mazes of the sphere unfolded, And knew the laws which regulate the world, The atmosphere which doth surround the world, And motions of the sun, and moon, and stars. Nor did the wisest of all mortal men, Great Socrates, escape the fierce contagion, But yielded to the fiery might of Venus, And to the fascinations of the sex, Laying his cares down at Aspasia's feet; And though all doubts of nature he could solve, He found no refuge from the pursuit of Love. Love, too, did draw within the narrow Isthmus The Cyrenean sage: and winning Lais, With her resistless charms, subdued and bound Wise Aristippus, who philosophy Deserted, and preferr'd a trifling life. [Sidenote: COURTESANS.] 72. But in this Hermesianax is mistaken when he represents Sappho and Anacreon as contemporaries. For the one lived in the time of Cyrus and Polycrates; but Sappho lived in the reign of Alyattes, the father of Crœsus. But Chameleon, in his treatise on Sappho, does assert that some people say that these verses were made upon her by Anacreon— Love, the golden-haired god, Struck me with his purple ball, And with his many wiles doth seize And challenge me to sport with him. But she—and she from Lesbos comes, That populous and wealthy isle— Laughs at my hair and calls it grey, And will prefer a younger lover. And he says, too, that Sappho says this to him—