Base men who prosper are unenviable.

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.

It is an ill thing to be the first to bring news of ill.

Tame the savageness of man and make gentle the life of this world.

Time cleanses what it touches over time.

I pray for no more youth To perish before its prime; That Revenge and iron-heated War May fade with all that has gone before Into the night of time.

You have been trapped in the inescapable net of ruin by your own want of sense.