Chorus: If the gods were wise and understood
What human wisdom understands,
Second youth would be their gift,
To seal the goodness of a man.
And so, conspicuous of life,
The good would run their race to death
And double back to light again.
But evil men should live their lap,
One single life, and run no more.
By such a sign as all men would know
The wicked from the good,
As when the clouds are broken
And the sailor sees the stars.
But now the gods have put between the noble and the base
No clear distinction down.
And time and age go wheeling on,
Exalting only wealth.
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