With Our Own Feathers, Not By Others'

High Fortune, This In Man's Eye Is God And More Than God Is This.

In Every Tyrant's Heart There Springs In The End This Poison, That He Cannot Trust A Friend.

Only When A Man's Life Comes To Its End In Prosperity Dare We Pronounce Him Happy.

Oh, It Is Easy For The One Who Stands Outside The Prison-wall Of Pain To Exhort And Teach The One Who Suffers.

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.