When a tongue fails to send forth appropriate shafts, there might be a word to act as healer of these.
Sweet is a grief well ended.
A prosperous fool is a grievous burden.
When a man takes the road to destruction, the gods help him along.
For Hades is mighty in calling men to account below the earth, and with a mind that records in tablets he surveys all things.
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.