HEAR, Epicydes' son: 'twere much to thy present advantage Could'st thou prevail by an oath and ravish the stranger's possessions: Swear, an thou wilt; death waits for the just no less than the unjust. Ay -- but an oath hath a son, a nameless avenger of evil: Hands hath he none, nor feet; yet swiftly he runneth pursuing, Grippeth his man at the last and maketh an end of his offspring. Better endureth the line of the man that sweareth not falsely. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STORY OF THE ASHES AND THE FLAME by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON DEATH SNIPS PROUD MEN by CARL SANDBURG CHRISMUS ON THE PLANTATION by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE FUGITIVE by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA |