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.

From him [Death] alone of all the powers of heaven Persuasion holds aloof.

Let there be wealth without tears; enough for the wise man who will ask no further.

Sweet is a grief well ended.

From a small seed a mighty trunk may grow.

But let the good prevail.

A great ox stands on my tongue.