To pick and to choose from. Our shuttles fly fast,
Weave living, not life sole and whole: as age—youth,
So death completes living, shows life in its truth.
Man learningly lives: till death helps him—no lore!
It is doom and must be. Dost submit?
Apol. I assent—
Concede but Admetus! So much if no more
Of my prayer grant as peace-pledge! Be gracious, though, blent,
Good and ill, love and hate streak your life-gift!
The Fates. Content!