Like bone in throat, ye obstinate, you’ve choked relief!
Ought any to lament when grief is laid in bier?
Man justly tears his hair, his head if broke by spear!”
With that, reproachfully upon himself he turned,
And cried: “Those fellows were not worth the tears they spurned.315
Recite not wrongfully, O master of address,
The text: ‘How will I grieve[305] o’er crew that none should bless!’”
Still, in his eyes and heart more briny tears he found,
A pity, really motiveless, in him ’d ta’en ground.
As summer-rain he wept, through feeling ill at ease;