And what saith himself? “I am distraught,” he saith, “and I am in anguish; my heart leaps forth from my bosom.”—[_Il._ x.] Miserable man! which of thy concerns hath gone wrong with thee? Thy wealth? Nay. Thy body? Nay; but thou art rich in gold and bronze. What ails thee then? That part, whatever it be, with which we pursue, with which we avoid, with which we desire and dislike, thou hast neglected and corrupted. How hath it been neglected? He hath been ignorant of the true Good for which it was born, and of the Evil; and of what is his own, and what is alien to him. And when it goeth ill with something that is alien to him, he saith, _Woe is me, for the Greeks are in peril._ O unhappy mind of thee! of all things alone neglected and untended. _They will be slain by the Trojans and die!_ And if the Trojans slay them not, will they not still die? _Yea, but not all together._ What, then, doth it matter? for if it be an evil to die, it is alike evil to die together or to die one by one. Shall anything else happen to them than the parting of body and soul? _Nothing._ And when the Greeks have perished, is the door closed to thee? canst thou not also die? _I can._ Wherefore, then, dost thou lament: _Woe is me, a king, and bearing the scepter of Zeus_? There is no unfortunate king, as there is no unfortunate God. What, then, art thou? In very truth a shepherd; for thou lamentest even as shepherds do when a wolf hath snatched away one of the sheep; and sheep are they whom thou dost rule. And why art thou come hither? Was thy faculty of pursuit in any peril, or of avoidance, or thy desire or aversion? _Nay_, he saith, _but my brother’s wife was carried away_. Was it not a great gain to be rid of an adulterous wife? _Shall we be, then, despised of the Trojans?_ Of the Trojan? Of what manner of men? of wise men or fools? If of wise men, why do ye make war with them? if of fools, why do ye heed them?[8]