Best boon of heaven, and future strife decide.
Not so we shared [30]the patrimonial land
When greedy pillage fill’d thy grasping hand:
The bribe-devouring Judges lull’d by thee
The sentence gave and stamp’d the false decree:
Oh fools! who know not in their selfish soul
How far the half is better than the whole:
[31]The good which asphodel and mallows yield,
The feast of herbs, the dainties of the field!
[32]The food of man in deep concealment lies: