Wise among men, and knows the laws of heaven.
Persuades the mob, great woes befall the state.
exaltation in the changing of the Muses;
I have been versed in the reasonings of men;
but Fate is stronger than anything I have known.
To friends, or lead a sick man back to health
With ease and plenty. Else small aid is wealth
For daily gladness; once a man be done
With hunger, rich and poor are all as one.
Even the gods with all Their name for wisdom,
Have only dreams and lies and lose Their course,
Blinded, confused, and ignorant as we.
The wisest men follow their own direction
And listen to no prophet guiding them.
None but the fools believe in oracles,
Forsaking their own judgment.
Are you afraid mere words would pollute me?
What do I care if your misfortunes fall
on me? You were my good friend once:
You saved me from the dead, brought me back to light.
I loathe a friend whose gratitude grows old,
a friend who takes his friend's prosperity
but will not voyage with him in his grief,
Rise up; uncover that afflicted head
and look on us. This is courage in a man:
to bear unflinchingly what heaven sends.