The high strength of men knows no content with limitation.
High fortune, this in man's eye is god and more than god is this.
Tame the savageness of man and make gentle the life of this world.
O Death the Healer, scorn thou not, I pray, To come to me: of cureless ills thou art The one physician. Pain lays not its touch Upon a corpse.
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.
Only one accomplishment is beyond both the power and the mercy of the Gods. They cannot make the past as though it had never been.