WHETHER VIRTUE ALONE BE SUFFICIENT. 185the one for showing how he might be taken off, the other for approving of what had been said by smiling. But he was so concerned at what he had done that nothing affect ed him more during his whole life; for he had slain one to whom he was extremely partial. Thus do weak men's desires pull them different ways, and while they indulge one, they act counter to another. XXI. This tyrant, however, showed himself how happy he really was ; for once, when Damocles, one of his flatter ers, was dilating in conversation on his forces, his wealth, the greatness of his power, the plenty he enjoyqd, the grandeur of his royal palaces, and maintaining that no one was ever happier, "Have you an inclination," said he, " Damocles, as this kind of life pleases you, to have a taste of it yourself, and to make a trial of the good fortune that attends me?" And when he said that he should like it extremely, Dionysius ordered him to be laid on a bed of gold with the most beautiful covering, embroidered and wrought with the most exquisite work, and he dressed out a great many sideboards with silver and embossed gold. He then ordered some youths, distinguished for their hand some persons, to wait at his table, and to observe his nod, in order to serve him with what he wanted. There were ointments and garlands ; perfumes were burned ; tables pro vided with the most exquisite meats. Damocles thought himself very happy. In the midst of this apparatus, Dio nysius ordered a bright sword to be let down from the ceiling, suspended by a single horse -hair, so as to hang over the head of that happy man. After which he neither cast his eye on those handsome waiters, nor on the well- wrought plate ; nor touched any of the provisions : pres ently the garlands fell to pieces. At last he entreated the tyrant to give him leave to go, for that now he had no de sire to be happy. 1 Does not Dionysius, then, seem to have declared there can be no happiness for one who is under constant apprehensions ? But it was not now in his pow-

This story is alluded to by Horace : 

Districtns ensis cni snper impift Cervice pendet non Siculse dapes Dulcem elaborabnnt saporem, Non avium cithansve cantus

Somnnm reducent. iii. 1. 17.