here is weariness even in too much sleep.As for the rest, if any man's heart and spirit bid him, let him go forth and sleep, and at daybreak let him eat, and follow our master's swine. But we two will drink and feast in the hut, and will take delight each in the other's grievous woes,as we recall them to mind. For in after time a man finds joy even in woes, whosoever has suffered much, and wandered much. But this will I tell thee, of which thou dost ask and enquire.
“There is an isle called Syria, if haply thou hast heard thereof, above Ortygia, where are the turning-places of the sun.It is not so very thickly settled, but it is a good land, rich in herds, rich in flocks, full of wine, abounding in wheat. Famine never comes into the land, nor does any hateful sickness besides fall on wretched mortals; but when the tribes of men grow old throughout the city,Apollo, of the silver bow, comes with Artemis, and assails them with his gentle shafts, and slays them. In that isle are two citi