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.

High fortune, this in man's eye is god and more than god is this.

Since long I've held silence a remedy for harm.

And though all streams flow from a single course to cleanse the blood from polluted hand, they hasten on their course in vain.

Better to die on your feet than live on your knees.

Wiles and deceit are female qualities.

For there is no defense for a man who, in the excess of his wealth, has kicked the great altar of Justice out of sight.