Look now how mortals are blaming the gods, for they say that evils come from us, but in fact they themselves have woes beyond their share because of their own follies.

Ah, beer, my one weakness. My Achille's heel, if you will.

Think not to match yourself against the gods, for men that walk the earth cannot hold their own with the immortals.

Nay if even in the house of Hades the dead forget their dead, yet will I even there be mindful of my dear comrade.

Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspired.

Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.

Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.