ξεῖν, οὔ μοι θέμις ἔστ, οὐδ εἰ κακίων σέθεν ἔλθοι, ξεῖνον ἀτιμῆσαι· πρὸς γὰρ Διός εἰσιν ἅπαντες ξεῖνοί τε πτωχοί τε. δόσις δ ὀλίγη τε φίλη τε γίνεται ἡμετέρη·O friend, I dare not, though a worse man sought These doors, a stranger use discourteously. All strangers and all poor by Zeus are brought; Sweet is our gift, yet small. Book XIV, lines 56–59 Worsley.