Charmides here has,
to my knowledge, captivated many a lover, while his own soul has gone
out in longing for the love of not a few himself. (8) So it is with
Critobulus also; the beloved of yesterday is become the lover of to-day.
Ay, and Niceratus, as I am told, adores his wife, and is by her adored.
(9) As to Hermogenes, which of us needs to be told (10) that the soul
of this fond lover is consumed with passion for a fair ideal--call it by
what name you will--the spirit blent of nobleness and beauty. (11) See
you not what chaste severity dwells on his brow; (12) how tranquil
his gaze; (13) how moderate his words; how gentle his intonation; now
radiant his whole character. And if he enjoys the friendship of the most
holy gods, he keeps a place in his regard for us poor mortals. But how
is it that you alone, Antisthenes, you misanthrope, love nobody?

(3) Cf. Shelley, "Hymn to Intellectual Beauty":

The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats, though unseen, among
us....

(4) Reading with L. D. after Blomfield (Aesch. "Ag." p. 304),
{idrumenou}, or if as vulg. {isoumenou}, transl. "but in soul is
fashioned like to mortal man."

(5) "Eros."

(6) Or, "who are each and all of us members of his band." For
{thiasotai} cf. Aristot. "Eth. N." viii. 9. 5; Aristoph. "Frogs,"
327.

(7) Cf. Plat. "Symp." 177 D: "No one will vote against you,
Erysimachus, said Socrates; on the only subject ({ta erotika}) of
which I profess to have any knowledge, I certainly cannot refuse
to speak, nor, I presume, Agathon and Pasuanias; and there can be
no doubt of Arisophanes, who is the constant servant of Dionysus
and Aphrodite; nor will any one disagree of those I see around me"
(Jowett).

(8) Or, "has had many a passionate admirer, and been enamoured of more
than one true love himself." See Plat. "Charm.," ad in.

(9) For Love and Love-for-Love, {eros} and {anteros}, see Plat.
"Phaedr." 255 D. Cf. Aristot. "Eth. N." ix. 1.

(10) Lit. "which of us but knows his soul is melting away with
passion." Cf. Theocr. xiv. 26.

(11) Lit. "beautiful and gentle manhood."

(12) Lit. "how serious are his brows."

(13) The phrases somehow remind one of Sappho's famous ode:

{phainetai moi kenos isos theoisin emmen oner, ostis enantios toi
izanei, kai plasion adu phoneusas upakouei kai gelosas imeroen}.

But there we must stop. Hermogenes is a sort of Sir Percivale,
"su