The Sun Rose On The Flawless Brimming

Like The Generations Of Leaves, The Lives Of Mortal Men. Now The Wind Scatters The Old Leaves Across The Earth, Now The Living Timber Bursts With The New Buds And Spring Comes Round Again. And So With Men: As One Generation Comes To Life, Another Dies Away.

You Ought Not To Practice Childish Ways, Since You Are No Longer That Age.

There Is Not Any Advantage To Be Won From Grim Lamentation.

A Man Who Has Been Through Bitter Experiences And Travelled Far Enjoys Even His Sufferings After A Time

Ruin, Eldest Daughter Of Zeus, She Blinds Us All, That Fatal Madness—she With Those Delicate Feet Of Hers, Never Touching The Earth, Gliding Over The Heads Of Men To Trap Us All. She Entangles One Man, Now Another.