Some things, one well might say, have prospered well,
And some give cause for murmurs. Save the Gods,
Who free from sorrow lives out all his life?
For should I tell of toils, and how we lodged
Full hardly, seldom putting in to shore,[[313]]
And then with couch full hard.... What gave us not
Good cause for mourning? What ill had we not
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As daily portion? And what passed on land,
That brought yet greater hardship: for our beds