Note 57 — Chapter XV · THE FRAGMENTS OF ÆSCHYLUS, SOPHOCLES, AND EURIPIDES.

Think you that sins leap up to heaven aloft On wings, and then that on Jove's red-leaved tablets Some one doth write them, and Jove looks at them In judging mortals? Not the whole broad heaven, If Jove should write our sins, would be enough, Nor he suffice to punish them. But Justice Is here, is somewhere near us; do but look.

Justice, they say, is daughter of high Jove, And dwells hard by to human sinfulness.