Time Cleanses What It Touches

They Who Prosper Take On Airs Of Vanity.

Still To The Sufferer Comes, As Due From God, A Glory That To Suffering Owes Its Birth.

Many Among Men Are They Who Set High The Show Of Honor, Yet Break Justice.

Bronze Is The Mirror Of Form, Wine Of The Heart.

Zeus, First Cause, Prime Mover; For What Thing Without Zeus Is Done Among Mortals?