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 To the land where no light is, the house of death,

The dark unfathom'd, where is Tartaros.

Wherefore advise thee, seeing this I utter

Is nothing feign'd, but spoken home and surely.

The high God's mouth knows not to speak the thing

That false is, but shall stablish all. Thou then

Look narrowly, take thought, and never deem

Advisedness of lesser praise than pride.

To us the words of Hermes have some show

Of reason, bidding thee remit thy pride,

To explore the sage path of advisedness.

Be ruled: the wise get shame, who go astray.

Or ever his lips had let it go,

I knew his burden: that foe of foe

Should suffer evil is no new law.

Light on me now the writhen hair