Obedience, you know, is Good Luck's mother, wedded to Salvation, they say.
Willingly no one chooses the yoke of slavery.
If you will take me as your teacher, you will not kick against the pricks.
For the mighty, even to give away is grace.
Success is man's god.
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.