Never to be cast away are the gifts of the gods, magnificent, which they give of their own will, no man could have them for wanting them.

Unextinguished laughter shakes the skies.

Not at all similar are the race of the immortal gods and the race of men who walk upon the earth.

Zeus it seems has given us from youth to old age a nice ball of wool to wind-nothing but wars upon wars until we shall perish every one.

Thou shalt not horn in on thy husbands racket

And not a man appears to tell their fate.

Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind.