In war the first casualty is the truth.
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.
Base men who prosper are unenviable.
A god implants in mortal guilt whenever he wants utterly to confound a house.
We shall perish by guile just as we slew.
Neither a life of anarchy nor a life under a despot should you praise. To all that lies in the middle has a god given excellence.