It Is Best For The Wise Man

The Gods At Will Can Shape A Gladder Strain, And From The Lamentations At The Graveside, A Song Of Triumph May Arise.

But When The Dust Has Drunk The Blood Of Men, No Resurrection Comes For One Who's Dead.

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

But From The Good Health Of The Mind Comes That Which Is Dear To All And The Object Of Prayer-happiness.

Wrong Must Not Win By Technicalities.