Even Were Sleep Is Concerned, Too Much

If You Are Very Valiant, It Is A God, I Think, Who Gave You This Gift.

How Delicate Her Feet Who Shuns The Ground, Stepping A-tiptoe On The Heads Of Men.

One Man Is A Splendid Fighter -- A God Has Made Him So -- One's A Dancer, Another Skilled At Lyre And Song, And Deep In The Next Man's Chest Farseeing Zeus Plants The Gift Of Judgment, Good Clear Sense. And Many Reap The Benefits Of That Treasure.

Nothing In The World Is So Incontinent As A Man's Accursed Appetite.

It [revenge] Is Sweeter Far Than Flowing Honey.