The reward of suffering is experience

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.

In every tyrant's heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend.

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.

The moving light, rejoicing in its strength, Sped from the pyre of pine, and urged its way, In golden glory, like some strange new sun.

Misfortune wandering the same track lights now upon one and now upon another.

We shall perish by guile just as we slew.