But alas for him, even leechcraft’s lore
May be made the thrall of the lust of gain!
Even him did guerdon of golden ore,
In his palm as it glittered, seduce to his bane,
To bring back a man from the realm of the dead
Whom Hades already had captive led.
Wherefore Kronion smote those twain
With the vengeance-bolt from his hand swift-sped;
And that all-dreaded thunder-stone
Dashed from their bosoms the breath for their sin.
From the Gods it behoves that we seek alone
Things meet for mortal spirits to win,
That, knowing what lies at the feet of man,
And discerning the bounds of our mortal span,
We abide therein.