Athena: You Wish To Be Called Righteous

Of Prosperity Mortals Can Never Have Enough.

This Is The Law: Blood Spilt Upon The Ground Cries Out For More.

A God Implants In Mortal Guilt Whenever He Wants Utterly To Confound A House.

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.

Ares Ever Loves To Pluck All The Fairest Flower Of An Armed Host.