LIV

In the same way my friend Heraclitus, who had a trifling suit about a petty farm at Rhodes, first showed the judges that his cause was just, and then at the finish cried, “I will not entreat you: nor do I care what sentence you pass. It is you who are on your trial, not I!” — And so he ended the case.(9)

(9) Or, “And so he lost his case” (Long).

LV

As for us, we behave like a herd of deer. When they flee from the huntsman’s feathers(10) in affright, which way do they turn? What haven of safety do they make for? Why, they rush upon the nets! And thus they perish by confounding what they should fear with that wherein no danger lies� . Not death or pain is to be feared, but the fear of death or pain. Well said the poet therefore: —