HEAR, Epicydes' son: 'twere much to thy present advantage Could'st thou prevail by an oath and ravish the stranger's possessions: Swear, an thou wilt; death waits for the just no less than the unjust. Ay -- but an oath hath a son, a nameless avenger of evil: Hands hath he none, nor feet; yet swiftly he runneth pursuing, Grippeth his man at the last and maketh an end of his offspring. Better endureth the line of the man that sweareth not falsely. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOUSES OF DREAMS by SARA TEASDALE A BARD'S EPITAPH by ROBERT BURNS THE IMMORTAL MIND by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE LOCKLESS DOOR by ROBERT FROST LEMON PIE by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST THE HOUSE WITH NOBODY IN IT by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER |