urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:agretos Andra Castor strangelylovely@gmail.com Andra Castor 2008-09-23T10:53:45Z urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:agretos:500 2008-08-07T02:01:04Z 2008-09-23T10:53:45Z Whoever Zeus may be, if this name<br /> is pleasing to him, <br /> by this name I address him. <br /> I can compare with him, <br /> measuring all things against him, <br /> none but Zeus, if from my mind the vain burden<br /> may be cast in sincerity. <br />Not even he who in time past was great, <br /> bounding in boldness irresistible, <br /> he shall not even be counted, since he was of the past; <br /> and he who then came into being<br /> is gone, having met his victor in three falls. <br /> But he who gladly sings the triumph of Zeus<br /> shall hit full on the target of understanding; <br />of Zeus who put men on the way to wisdom by making it a valid law<br /> that by suffering they shall learn. <br /> There drips before the heart instead of sleep<br /> pain that reminds them of their wounds; <br /> and against their will there comes discretion. <br /> There is, I think, a grace that comes by violence from the gods<br /> seated upon the dread bench of the helmsman.