It is his duty then to be able with a loud voice, if the occasion should arise, and appearing on the tragic stage to say like Socrates:  Men, whither are you hurrying, what are you doing, wretches? like blind people you are wandering up and down; you are going by another road, and have left the true road; you seek for prosperity and happiness where they are not, and if another shows you where they are, you do not believe him.  Why do you seek it without?  In the body?  It is not there.  If you doubt, look at Myro, look at Ophellius.  In possessions?  It is not there.  But if you do not believe me, look at Croesus:  look at those who are now rich, with what lamentations their life is filled.  In power?  It is not there.  If it is, those must be happy who have been twice and thrice consuls; but they are not.  Whom shall we believe in these matters?  You who from without see their affairs and are dazzled by an appearance, or the men themselves?  What do they say?  Hear them when they groan, when they grieve, when on account of these very consulships and glory and splendor they think that they are more wretched and in greater danger.  Is it in royal power?  It is not:  if it were, Nero would have been happy, and Sardanapalus.  But neither was Agamemnon happy, though he was a better man than Sardanapalus and Nero; but while others are snoring, what is he doing?

  Much from his head he tore his rooted hair: 
  Iliad, x., 15.

and what does he say himself?

  “I am perplexed,” he says, “and
  Disturb’d I am,” and “my heart out of my bosom
  Is leaping.” 
  Iliad, x., 91.

Wretch, which of your affairs goes badly?  Your possessions?  No.  Your body?  No.  But you are rich in gold and copper.  What then is the matter with you?  That part of you, whatever it is, has been neglected by you and is corrupted, the part with which we desire, with which we avoid, with which we move towards and move from things.  How neglected?  He knows not the nature of good for which he is made by nature and the nature of evil; and what is his own, and what belongs to another; and when anything that belongs to others goes badly, he says, Woe to me, for the Hellenes are in danger.  Wretched is his ruling faculty, and alone neglected and uncared for.  The Hellenes are going to die destroyed by the Trojans.  And if the Trojans do not kill them, will they not die?  Yes; but not all at once.  What difference then does it make?  For if death is an evil, whether men die altogether, or if they die singly, it is equally an evil.  Is anything else then going to happen than the separation of the soul and the body?  Nothing.  And if the Hellenes perish, is the door closed, and is it not in your power to die?  It is.  Why then do you lament (and say), Oh, you are a king and have the sceptre of Zeus?  An unhappy king does not exist more than an unhappy god.  What then art thou?  In truth a shepherd:  for you weep as shepherds do, when a wolf has carried off one of