Thou Wilt Lament Hereafter, When The Evil

Many Shining Actions Owe Their Success To Chance, Though The General Or Statesman Receive The Applause.

By Their Own Follies They Perished, The Fools.

...like That Star Of The Waning Summer Who Beyond All Stars Rises Bathed In The Ocean Stream To Glitter In Brilliance.

Wise To Resolve, And Patient To Perform.

Thus Have The Gods Spun The Thread For Wretched Mortals: That They Live In Grief While They Themselves Are Without Cares; For Two Jars Stand On The Floor Of Zeus Of The Gifts Which He Gives, One Of Evils And Another Of Blessings.