The field of doom bears death as its harvest.
It is an ill thing to be the first to bring news of ill.
We must pronounce him fortunate who has ended his life in fair prosperity.
Making it a valid law to learn by suffering.
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.
For not many men, the proverb saith, can love a friend whom fortune prospereth unenvying.