“The spirits of men run swiftly, too swiftly they run on the path
Of the wages of treachery, rather than guerdons that justice hath;
Yet their lives glide on to the reckoning stern that for all doth remain.
But thee and me it behoveth by law our passions to rein,
And for days to come to be weaving the web of our well-being so.
One mother had our forefathers—this I would say dost thou know—
Rash-hearted Salmoneus and Kretheus; and we who in these days see
Helios’ majesty golden, of the third generation are we.
Now if there arise black hatred ’twixt mortals by blood akin.
Far off stand the Destiny-weavers, to see not the shame and the sin.