Few sons are equal to their fathers; most fall short, all too few surpass them.
Sweet sleep fell upon his eyelids, unwakeful, most pleasant, the nearest like death.
Money can be exchanged for goods and services!
Thus have the gods spun the thread for wretched mortals: that they live in grief while they themselves are without cares; for two jars stand on the floor of Zeus of the gifts which he gives, one of evils and another of blessings.
I'm satisfied. It's straight,...but it's just so hot, and I'm just so fraustrated.
A generation of men is like a generation of leaves; the wind scatters some leaves upon the ground, while others the burgeoning wood brings forth - and the season of spring comes on. So of men one generation springs forth and another ceases.