the end of all things
Socrates:
Dear Pan, and all ye other gods that dwell in this place, grant that I may become fair within, and that such outward things as I have may not war against the spirit within me. May I count him rich who is wise, and as for gold, may I possess so much of it as only a temperate man might bear and carry with him.
Is there anything more we can ask for, Phaedrus? The prayer contents me.
Phaedrus:
Make it a prayer for me too, sinc friends have all things in common.
Socrates:
Let us be going.
Dear Pan, and all ye other gods that dwell in this place, grant that I may become fair within, and that such outward things as I have may not war against the spirit within me. May I count him rich who is wise, and as for gold, may I possess so much of it as only a temperate man might bear and carry with him.
Is there anything more we can ask for, Phaedrus? The prayer contents me.
Phaedrus:
Make it a prayer for me too, sinc friends have all things in common.
Socrates:
Let us be going.