For Hades Is Mighty In Calling Men

The Seed Of Mortals Broods O'er Passing Things, And Hath Nought Surer Than The Smoke-cloud's Shadow.

Of All The Gods, Death Only Craves Not Gifts: Nor Sacrifice, Nor Yet Drink-offering Poured Avails; No Altars Hath He, Nor Is Soothed By Hymns Of Praise. From Him Alone Of All The Powers Of Heaven Persuasion Holds Aloof.

Making It A Valid Law To Learn By Suffering.

The Tongue Of Slander Is Too Prompt With Wanton Malice To Wound The Stranger.

Know Yourself And Fit Yourself To New Fashions. For There Is A New Ruler Among The Gods.