Time Cleanses What It Touches

Know Yourself And Fit Yourself To New Fashions. For There Is A New Ruler Among The Gods.

Obedience, You Know, Is Good Luck's Mother, Wedded To Salvation, They Say.

Jars Neither Of Wine Nor Of Water Shall Fail In The Houses Of The Rich.

[hermes Addresses Prometheus :] To You, The Clever And Crafty, Bitter Beyond All Bitterness, Who Has Sinned Against The Gods In Bestowing Honors Upon Creatures Of A Day--to You, Thief Of Fire, I Speak.

On Me The Tempest Falls. It Does Not Make Me Tremble. O Holy Mother Earth, O Air And Sun, Behold Me. I Am Wronged.