The misfortunes of mankind are of varied plumage.
But I must bear my destiny as best I can, knowing well that there is no resisting the strength of necessity.
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.
Whenever a man makes haste, God too hastens with him.
Time in his aging overtakes all things alike.
Against necessity, against its strength, no one can fight and win.