Be it mine to draw from wisdom's fount, pure as it flows, that calm of soul which virtue only knows.

But let the good prevail.

Success is man's god.

But I will place this carefully fed pig Within the crackling oven; and, I pray, What nicer dish can e'er be given to man.

For Hades is mighty in calling men to account below the earth, and with a mind that records in tablets he surveys all things.

He hears but half who hears one party only.

I pray the gods some respite from the weary task of this long year's watch that lying on the Atreidae's roof on bended arm, dog- like, I have kept, marking the conclave of all night's stars, those potentates blazing in the heavens that bring winter and summer to mortal men, the constellations, when they wane, when they rise.