But he who sees the blazing beams,
The light that from that forehead streams,
And is not stung;—
Who is not storm-tossed with desire,—
Lo! he, I ween, with frozen fire,
Of adamant or stubborn steel
Is forged in his cold heart that cannot feel.”
Trans. by J. Addington Symonds,
The Greek Poets, vol. 1, p. 286.
Epigrams of Plato
