Call no man happy till he is dead.
For it would be better to die once and for all than to suffer pain for all one's life.
For the marriage bed ordained by fate for men and women is stronger than an oath and guarded by Justice.
Simple is the speech of truth.
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.
Beyond age, leaf withered, man goes three footed no stronger than a child is, a dream that falters in daylight.