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.
When a match has equal partners then I fear not.
Mourn for me rather as living than as dead.
We must pronounce him fortunate who has ended his life in fair prosperity.
From him [Death] alone of all the powers of heaven Persuasion holds aloof.
They who prosper take on airs of vanity.