Idem, cum Atheniensium scelerata dementia tristem de capite eius sententiam tulisset, fortique animo et constanti vultu potionem veneni e manu carnificis accepisset, admoto iam labris poculo, uxore Xanthippe inter fletum et lamentationem vociferante innocentem eum periturum, quid ergo? inquit; nocenti mihi mori satius esse duxisti? immensam illam sapientiam, quae ne in ipso quidem vitae excessu oblivisci sui potuit!
This too of Socrates: when the criminal folly of the Athenians condemned him to death and with stout heart and steady countenance he took the drink of poison from the executioners hand and moved the cup to his lips, his wife Xanthippe amid weeping and wailing cried out that he would die innocent. What then, said he, did you think it better for me to die guilty? What immeasurable wisdom that in the very moment of departure from life could not forget itself!
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