Ask The Gods Nothing Excessive.

Chorus: Zeus, Who Guided Men To Think Who Laid It Down That Wisdom Comes Alone Through Suffering. Still There Drips In Sleep Against The Heart Grief Of Memory; Against Our Pleasure We Are Temperate.

The Saying Goes That The Gods Leave A Town Once It Is Captured.

For Mortal Kind Taketh Thought Only For The Day, And Hath No More Surety Than The Shadow Of Smoke.

Necessity Is Stronger Far Than Art.

Time, Waxing Old, Doth All Things Purify.