Let Mortal Man Keep To His Own

Let My Heart Be Wise. It Is The Gods' Best Gift.

I Envy That Man Who Passes Through Life Safely, To The World And Fame Unknown.

My Hands Are Clean, But My Heart Has Somewhat Of Impurity.

Toil, Says The Proverb, Is The Sire Of Fame.

Tell Me How Does It Feel With My Teeth In Your Heart!