It Is Best For The Wise Man

The Will Was Of Zeus, The Hand Of Hephaestus.

Number, The Most Excellent Of All Inventions.

Justice, Voiceless, Unseen, Seeth Thee When Thou Sleepest And When Thou Goest Forth And When Thou Liest Down. Continually Doth She Attend Thee, Now Aslant Thy Course, Now At A Later Time. These Lines Are From A Section Of Doubtful Or Spurious Fragments.

The Moving Light, Rejoicing In Its Strength, Sped From The Pyre Of Pine, And Urged Its Way, In Golden Glory, Like Some Strange New Sun.

The Future You Shall Know When It Has Come; Before Then, Forget It.