He wishes to be just, and not to seem,[[111]]
Reaping full harvest from his soul's deep furrows,
Whence ever new and noble counsels spring.
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I bid thee send defenders wise and brave
Against him. Dread is he who fears the Gods.
Eteoc. Fie on the chance that brings the righteous man
Close-mated with the ungodly! In all deeds
Nought is there worse than evil fellowship,
A crop men should not reap. Death still is found