The Saying Goes That The Gods Leave

I Pray The Gods Some Respite From The Weary Task Of This Long Year's Watch That Lying On The Atreidae's Roof On Bended Arm, Dog- Like, I Have Kept, Marking The Conclave Of All Night's Stars, Those Potentates Blazing In The Heavens That Bring Winter And Summer To Mortal Men, The Constellations, When They Wane, When They Rise.

The Future You Shall Know When It Has Come; Before Then, Forget It.

The Air Is Zeus, Zeus Earth, And Zeus The Heaven, Zeus All That Is, And What Transcends Them All.

By Time And Age Full Many Things Are Taught.

I Say You Must Not Win An Unjust Case By Oaths.