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.

Success! to thee, as to a God, men bend the knee.

For it would be better to die once and for all than to suffer pain for all one's life.

His resolve is not to seem the bravest, but to be.

As long as there are men the bulwark is safe.

Time in his aging overtakes all things alike.

Old men are always young enough to learn with profit.