A prosperous fool is a grievous burden.

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.

You shall learn, though late, the lesson of how to be discreet.

In war, truth is the first casualty.

For sufferers it is sweet to know before-hand clearly the pain that still remains for them.

Time, waxing old, doth all things purify.

Self-will in the man who does not reckon wisely is by itself the weakest of all things.