Theognis vv. 53-68

Kurnos, while this city remains the same city, still do the people
Differ, who earlier neither custom understood nor law, but out
-Wore goatskins on their ribs and past this city grazed
Like deer. But, son of Polus, now they're good -- though those
Noble before are actually wretched. Who that sees these things
Can bear them up? ... They're laughing at each other as the other
Each deceives, knowing not the marks of good nor ill.
Of these make none your friend, I mean, Polus' son, the citizens,
No matter what your spirit's need. Seem rather kindred
To all in tongue, though you mix with none
In every zealous deed. For you will know the hearts
Of wretches, of trust how there upon their works is none;
nay, cunning deceits and tangled have they loved
Thus as no man ever of salvation's hope.

Panacea

He would have tired, he would have laid
Himself down and lying
On his pain invented lies
To stop his throat when that ice
Flows past the stopper and
Unstopped, drips
Across the lips to touch the tongue,
Which dances on the teeth and sings
That heaven's will is done.