Whoever Obeys The Gods, To Him They

Behold, On Wrong Swift Vengeance Waits; And Art Subdues The Strong.

For Fate Has Wove The Thread Of Life With Pain, And Twins Ev'n From The Birth Are Misery And Man!

Friend, Many And Many A Dream Is Mere Confusion A Cobweb Of No Consequence At All. Two Gates For Ghostly Dreams There Are: One Gateway Of Honest Horn, And One Of Ivory. Issuing By The Ivory Gate Are Dreams Of Glimmering Illusion, Fantasies, But Those That Come Through Solid Polished Horn May Be Borne Out, If Mortals Only Know Them.

Earth Sounds My Wisdom, And High Heaven My Fame.

Over The Wine-dark Sea.