Ib. 973.
Clyt. “I have no other altar to fly to but thy knee; nor have I a friend!”
Achil. “I have appeared to thee a mighty God; but am not one.”
XXXII. “His frame sharp anguish shook,” &c.
——κλαίοντα λιγέως.
Hom. Il. T.
“Crying sharply”—such is the epithet which the poet applies to the wailing of Achilles for Patroclus.
XXXIII. “Through fiery scourge so San Sebastian past,” &c.
Πόλις δ’ ὁμοῦ μὲν θυμιαμάτων γέμει,
Ὁμοῦ δὲ παιάνων τε καὶ στεναγμάτων.