All these souls, after they have passed away a thousand years, are summoned by the divine ones in great array, to the lethean river. . . . In this way they become forgetful of the former earthlife, and re-visit the vaulted realms of the world, willing to return again into living bodies.

Curst greed of gold, what crimes thy tyrant power has caused.

Age steals away all things, even the mind.

Through pain I've learned to comfort suffering men

To have died once is enough.

How can there be such anger in the minds of the gods?

Rumor goes forth at once, Rumor than whom No other speedier evil thing exists; She thrives by rapid movement, and acquires Strength as she goes; small at the first from fear, She presently uplifts herself aloft, And stalks upon the ground and hides her head Among the clouds.