A Note By PALLAS ATHENE

I KNOW THW THINGS OF ALL MEN'S HEARTS, AND DISCERN MANHOOD OR THEIR BASENESS.

And from the souls of clay I turn away; and they are blest but not by me. They fatten at ease like sheep in a pasture, and eat what they do not sow, like Oxen in the stall. They grow and spread like the ground, along the ground, but, like the gourd they give no shade to the traveller; and when they are ripe death gathers them and they go down unloved to hell, and their name vanishes out of the land.

But to the souls of fire I give more fire, and to those that are manful I give a weight more than man's. These are the heroes, the sons of the immortals, who are blest, but not like the souls of clay.For I drive them forth by strange paths, that they may fight the Titans and the monsters, and the enemies of Gods and men. Through doubt and need, danger and battle, I drive them: and some of them win noble names, and a fair and green old age; but what will be their latter end i know not, and none save Zeus, the father of Gods and man.
Telll me which of these two sorts of men seems to you more blest???