Do we, holding that the gods exist, deceive ourselves with insubstantial dreams and lies, while random careless chance and change alone control the world?
There is the sky, which is all men's together.
The man who glories in his luck may be overthrown by destiny.
Only one in command: that's the way in the home And the way in the state when it must find Measures best for mankind.
The man who knows when not to act is wise. To my mind bravery if forethought.
To have found you is a dear happiness; and to be Apollo's son is beyond all my hopes; but there is something I want to say to you alone. Come; this is a private matter between us two - anything you tell me shall be as secret as the grave.