In Every Tyrant's Heart There Springs In

For The Lips Of Zeus Do Not Know How To Lie, But Bring To Fulfilment Every Word.

On Me The Tempest Falls. It Does Not Make Me Tremble. O Holy Mother Earth, O Air And Sun, Behold Me. I Am Wronged.

For In Pure Maidens, Knowing Not The Marriage-bed, The Glance Of The Eyes Sinks From Shame.

But I Must Bear My Destiny As Best I Can, Knowing Well That There Is No Resisting The Strength Of Necessity.

We Shall Perish By Guile Just As We Slew.