<TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0" xmlns:py="http://codespeak.net/lxml/objectify/pytype" py:pytype="TREE"><text xml:lang="eng"><body><div type="translation" xml:lang="eng" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0007.tlg095.perseus-eng3"><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="5"><p rend="indent"><said who="#Fundanus" rend="merge"><label>FUNDANUS.</label> For the first way, my friend, to dethrone temper <pb xml:id="v.6.p.107"/> as you would a tyrant, is not to oey or hearken when it bids us cry aloud and look fierce and beat our breasts, but to keep quiet and not intensify the passion, as we would a disease, by tossing about and making a clamour. It is quite true that lovers’ practices, such as serenading in concert or alone and crowning the beloved’s door with garlands, do in some way or other bring an alleviation that is not without charm or grace: <quote rend="blockquote"><l>I came, but did not shout your name or race; </l><l>I merely kissed the door. If this be sin, Then I have sinned.<note resp="editor" place="unspecified" anchored="true">Callimachus, <title rend="italic">Epigram</title> 43 (42), vv. 5, 6 (<title rend="italic">Anth. Pal.</title>, xii. 118). <foreign xml:lang="lat">Cf.</foreign> Propertius, ii. 30. 24: <foreign xml:lang="lat">Hoc si crimen erit, crimen amoris erit</foreign>.</note> </l></quote> So too the surrender of mourners to weeping and wailing carries away much of their grief together with their tears. But temper is the more readily fanned into flame by what people in that state do and say.</said></p><p rend="indent"><said who="#Fundanus" rend="merge"><label>FUNDANUS.</label> The best course, therefore, is for us to compose ourselves, or else to run away and conceal ourselves, and anchor ourselves in a calm harbour, as though we perceived a fit of epilepsy coming on,<note resp="editor" place="unspecified" anchored="true"><foreign xml:lang="lat">Cf.</foreign> Seneca, <title xml:lang="lat" rend="italic">De Ira</title>, iii. 10. 3.</note> so that we may not fall, or rather may not fall upon others; and we are especially likely to fall most often upon our friends. For we do not love or envy or fear everyone indiscriminately, but there is nothing that temper will not touch and assail: we grow angry with enemies and friends, with children and parents, yes, even with the gods, with wild beasts and soulless implements, as Thamyris did: <quote rend="blockquote">Breaking the lyre-arms, overlaid with gold, Breaking his melodious, taut-strung lyre<note resp="editor" place="unspecified" anchored="true">Nauck, <title xml:lang="lat" rend="italic">Trag. Graec. Frag.</title> <hi rend="superscript">2</hi>, p. 183, Sophocles, Frag. 223 (Frag. 244 ed. Pearson). <foreign xml:lang="lat">Cf.</foreign> Homer, <title rend="italic">Il.</title>, ii. 594-600.</note>;</quote> <pb xml:id="v.6.p.109"/> and Pandarus, who invoked a curse on himself if he did not <q>break with his hands</q> <note resp="editor" place="unspecified" anchored="true"><title rend="italic">Il.</title>, v. 216.</note> his bow and burn it. And Xerxes not only branded and lashed the sea,<note resp="editor" place="unspecified" anchored="true"><foreign xml:lang="lat">Cf.</foreign> Herodotus, vii. 35.</note> but also sent a letter to Mount Athos<note resp="editor" place="unspecified" anchored="true">Contrast <foreign xml:lang="lat">ibid.</foreign> vii. 24.</note>: <q type="unspecified">Noble Athos, whose summit reaches heaven, do not put in the way of my deeds great stones difficult to work. Else I shall hew you down and cast you into the sea.</q> For temper can do many terrible things, and likewise many that are ridiculous; therefore it is both the most hated and the most despised of the passions. It will be useful to consider it in both of these aspects. </said></p></div></div></body></text></TEI>