For Hostile Word Let Hostile Word Be

I, Schooled In Misery, Know Many Purifying Rites, And I Know Where Speech Is Proper And Where Silence.

When A Man Takes The Road To Destruction, The Gods Help Him Along.

The Cure Is In The House, Not Brought By Other Hands From Distant Places, But By Its Own, In Agony And Blood.

The Will Was Of Zeus, The Hand Of Hephaestus.

But Still The Block Of Vengeance Firm Doth Stand, And Fate, As Swordsmith, Hammers Blow On Blow.