An income means life to wretched mortals, but it is a terrible fate to die among the waves.
For now indeed is the race of iron; and men never cease from labour and sorrow by day and from perishing by night.
For both faith and want of faith have destroyed men alike.
The dawn speeds a man on his journey, and speeds him too in his work.
Before the gates of excellence the high gods have placed sweat; long is the road thereto and rough and steep at first; but when the heights are reached, then there is ease, though grievously hard in the winning.
Whoever has trusted a woman has trusted deceivers.