Zeus, first cause, prime mover; for what thing without Zeus is done among mortals?

There is no sickness worse for me than words that to be kind must lie.

I pray the gods some respite from the weary task of this long year's watch that lying on the Atreidae's roof on bended arm, dog- like, I have kept, marking the conclave of all night's stars, those potentates blazing in the heavens that bring winter and summer to mortal men, the constellations, when they wane, when they rise.

God always strives together with those who strive.

Only through suffering do we learn

On him who wields power gently, the god looks favorably from afar.

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.