Show me the man who rules his household well: I’ll show you someone fit to rule the state. That good man, my son, I have every confidence he and he alone can give commands and take them too.
Reverence asks some reverence in return—but attacks on power never go unchecked, not by the man who holds the reins of power. You own blind will, your passion has destroyed you.
What law of the mighty gods have I transgressed? Why look to the heavens any more, tormented as I am? Whom to call, what comrades now? Just think, my reverence only brands me for irreverence.