who would not blame the folly of
those who, with tales like these, are lovers of the gods, or rather, live
without any god? Let them have fleshly forms, but let not Aphrodité
be wounded by Diomedes in her body:—
“The haughty son of Tydeus, Diomed,Hath wounded me;”770
“Then, nothing loth, th’ enamour’d fair he led,And sunk transported on the conscious bed.Down rushed the toils.”775
775 Hom., Od., viii. 296–298, Pope’s transl.
Do they not pour forth impious stuff
of this sort in abundance concerning the gods? Ouranos is mutilated;
Kronos is bound, and thrust down to Tartarus; the Titans revolt; Styx
dies in battle: yea, they even represent them as mortal; they are in
love with one another; they are in love with human beings:—
“Æneas, amid Ida’s jutting peaks,Immortal Venus to Anchises bore.”776
776 Hom., Il., ii. 820.
Are they not in love? Do they not
suffer? Nay, verily, they are gods, and desire cannot touch them! Even
though a god assume flesh in pursuance of a divine purpose,777
777 [οἰκονομίαν.
Kaye, p. 174. And see Paris ed., 1615.]
he is therefore
the slave of desire.
“For never yet did such a flood of love,For goddess or for mortal, fill my soul;Not for Ixion’s beauteous wife, who borePirithöus, sage in council as the gods;Nor the neat-footed maidenDanäe,A crisius’ daughter, her who Perséus bore,Th’ observ’d of all; nor noble Phœnix’ child;. . . . . . nor for Semele;Nor for Alcmena
fair; . . .No, nor for Ceres, golden-tressèd queen;Nor for Latona bright; nor for thyself.”778
778 Hom., Il., xiv. 315 sqq.
He is created, he is perishable,
with no trace of a god in him. Nay, they are even the hired servants
of men:—
“Admetus’ halls, in which I have enduredTo praise the menial table, though a god.”779
“And coming to this land, I cattle fed,For him that was my host, and kept this house.”780
780Ibid., 8 sq.
Admetus, therefore, was superior to
the god. prophet and wise one, and who canst foresee for others the
things that shall be, thou didst not divine the slaughter of thy beloved,
but didst even kill him with thine own hand, dear as he was:—
“And I believed Apollo’s mouth divineWas full of truth, as well as prophet’s art.”
(Æschylus is reproaching Apollo
for being a false prophet:)—
“The very one who sings while at
the feast,The one who said these things, alas!
is heWho slew my son.”781