Proud is the spirit of Zeus-fostered kings - their honor comes from Zeus, and Zeus, god of council, loves them.
Ill fares the State where many masters rule; let one be lord, one king supreme.
Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another.
Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.
...he'll never lie - the man is far too wise.
I detest the man who hides on thing in the depths of his heart and speaks forth another.