The Glorious Gifts Of The Gods Are

Two Urns On Jove's High Throne Have Ever Stood, The Source Of Evil One, And One Of Good; From Thence The Cup Of Mortal Man He Fills, Blessings To These, To Those Distributes Ills; To Most He Mingles Both.

And Bear Unmov'd The Wrongs Of Base Mankind, The Last, And Hardest, Conquest Of The Mind.

One Omen Is Best, To Fight In Defense Of One's Country.

It Is Not Strength, But Art, Obtains The Prize, And To Be Swift Is Less Than To Be Wise.

And Rest At Last Where Souls Unbodied Dwell, In Ever-flowing Meads Of Asphodel.