Let a man accept his destiny, No pity and no tears.
Song brings of itself a cheerfulness that wakes the heart of joy.
A rare spoil for a man Is the winning of a good wife; very Plentiful are the worthless women.
The gods visit the sins of the fathers upon the children.
It was my tongue that swore; my heart is unsworn.
If there are none [gods], All our toil is without meaning.