Well didst thou speak, Athena's wisest son![118]

"All that we know is, nothing can be known."

Why should we shrink from what we cannot shun?

Each hath its pang, but feeble sufferers groan

With brain-born dreams of Evil all their own.

Pursue what Chance or Fate proclaimeth best;

Peace waits us on the shores of Acheron:

There no forced banquet claims the sated guest,

But Silence spreads the couch of ever welcome Rest.