There is not any advantage to be won from grim lamentation.

Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.

There is satiety in all things, in sleep, and love-making, in the loveliness of singing and the innocent dance.

Never to be cast away are the gifts of the gods, magnificent, which they give of their own will, no man could have them for wanting them.

For fate has wove the thread of life with pain, And twins ev'n from the birth are misery and man!

Not vain the weakest, if their force unite.

She, Ruin, is strong and sound on her feet, and therefore far outruns all Prayers, and wins into every country to force men astray; and the Prayers follow as healers after her.

How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!

Oh woman, woman! when to ill thy mind Is bent, all hell contains no fouler fiend.

To labour is the lot of man below; And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.