§ 65

I can find no nobler words in all literature with which to end than the prayer of Socrates, spoken at the end of the “Phædrus”:⁠—

“Beloved Pan, and all ye other gods who haunt this place, give me beauty in the inward soul; and may the outward and inward man be one. May I reckon the Wise to be the Wealthy, and may I have such a quantity of gold as none but the temperate can bear and carry. Anything more? That prayer, I think, is enough for me. Let us go.” (From Jowett’s Translation.)

THE END.