The Chorus addresses Ἔρως as unconquered in battle. Desire falls on holdings, keeps night-watch on a girl’s soft cheek, and roams sea and farmstead. No immortal and no day-mortal escapes. The one who has him is mad. The same power wrenches just minds toward injustice, and it has stirred this kinship quarrel. Established text of the ode. What κτήμασι names is disputed. Forty-two is not in the sentence.
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