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But the treacherous heart, to friends disloyal, is a hoard of wrong.
I would question thee, and do not thou with spirit anger-jarred 335
Fence aside from thee the truth, nor I will press thee over-hard.
Hast forgotten how thou fain wouldst lead the Greeks to Ilium's shore,
Feignedst not to wish the thing, but in thine heart didst crave it sore,
How to all men wast thou lowly, clasping hands of amity,
Keeping open doors for whoso of the folk would seek to thee, 340
Bidding all accost thee freely, challenging the modest heart,
Seeking by thy shifts to buy advancement as in open mart?
Ah, but when thy power was won, thou changedst all thy mien: no more
Wast thou unto friends of days gone by a friend as theretofore,—
Inaccessible, and seldom found at home. The noble-souled 345
Ought not, raised to high estate, to turn him from the paths of old,
Nay, but more than ever loyal then unto his friends should be,
When his power to help is more than ever, through prosperity.
First therein, where first I found thee base, I visit thee with blame.