Oh death, death, why do you never come to me thus summoned always day by day?
What men have seen they know; But what shall come hereafter No man before the event can see, Nor what end waits for him.
If to some my tale seems foolishness I am content that such could count me fool.
It can be no dishonor to learn from others when they speak good sense.
But the power of destiny is something awesome; neither wealth, nor Ares, nor a tower, nor dark-hulled ships might escape it.
How terrible it is to have wisdom when it does not benefit those who have it.