The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.

I cannot but be astonished that Socrates， after having so often repeated to his fellow citizens that he did not pretend to any wisdom， but had been appointed by the gods to a mission of benevolence towards them， should have been condemned to death.