Of prosperity mortals can never have enough.

Of all the gods, Death only craves not gifts: Nor sacrifice, nor yet drink-offering poured Avails; no altars hath he, nor is soothed By hymns of praise. From him alone of all The powers of heaven Persuasion holds aloof.

Know yourself and fit yourself to new fashions. For there is a new ruler among the gods.

Against necessity, against its strength, no one can fight and win.

And though all streams flow from a single course to cleanse the blood from polluted hand, they hasten on their course in vain.

God's most lordly gift to man is decency of mind.

But from the good health of the mind comes that which is dear to all and the object of prayer-happiness.