Justice turns the scale, bringing to some learning through suffering.
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.
For the impious act begets more after it, like to the parent stock.
The unenvied man is not enviable.
You have been trapped in the inescapable net of ruin by your own want of sense.
Bronze is the mirror of form, wine of the heart.