A quote
The Sun-god’s palace, set with pillars tall, And flashing bright with gold. Or they describe the chariot of the Sun: Gold was the axle, golden eke the pole, And gold the tires that bound the circling wheels, And silver all the spokes within the wheels. And finally, when they would praise an epoch as the best, they call it the “Golden Age.”
Seneca·Letter 115 — On the Superficial Blessings (§13)·trans. Gummere