Time In His Aging Overtakes All Things

Since Long I've Held Silence A Remedy For Harm.

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

Oaths Are Not The Credit Of Men But Men Of Oaths.

Who Apart From The Gods Is Without Pain For His Whole Lifetime's Length?

So In The Libyan Fable It Is Told That Once An Eagle, Stricken With A Dart, Said, When He Saw The Fashion Of The Shaft: With Our Own Feathers, Not By Others' Hands, Are We Now Smitten.