O Death the Healer, scorn thou not, I pray, To come to me: of cureless ills thou art The one physician. Pain lays not its touch Upon a corpse.

Who holds a power but newly gained is ever stern of mood.

Zeus, first cause, prime mover; for what thing without Zeus is done among mortals?

Time brings all things to pass.

Myriad laughter of the ocean waves.

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.

The words of truth are simple.