Lay Ye Down The Golden Chain From

Still, We Will Let All This Be A Thing Of The Past, Though It Hurts Us, And Beat Down By Constraint The Anger That Rises Inside Us. Now I Am Making An End Of My Anger. It Does Not Become Me, Unrelentingly To Rage On

Whoever Obeys The Gods, To Him They Particularly Listen.

Yet While My Hector Still Survives, I See My Father, Mother, Brethren, All In Thee.

To Labour Is The Lot Of Man Below; And When Jove Gave Us Life, He Gave Us Woe.

Know From The Bounteous Heaven All Riches Flow.