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.

To mourn and bewail your ill-fortune, when you will gain a tear from those who listen, this is worth the trouble.

The one knowing what is profitable, and not the man knowing many things, is wise.

To make wail and lament for one's ill fortune, when one will win a tear from the audience, is well worthwhile.

The wisest of the wise may err.

Willingly no one chooses the yoke of slavery.

Search well and be wise, nor believe that self-willed pride will ever be better than good counsel.