Beyond age, leaf withered, man goes three footed no stronger than a child is, a dream that falters in daylight.

Since long I've held silence a remedy for harm.

But I will place this carefully fed pig Within the crackling oven; and, I pray, What nicer dish can e'er be given to man.

It is an easy thing for one whose foot is on the outside of calamity to give advice and to rebuke the sufferer.

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.

The unenvied man is not enviable.

In the lack of judgment great harm arises, but one vote cast can set right a house.