Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A deathless Goddess-- so she strikes our eyes!
A sound mind in a manly body.
But he whose inborn worth his acts commend, Of gentle soul, to human race a friend.
Think not to match yourself against the gods, for men that walk the earth cannot hold their own with the immortals.
He knew how to say many false things that were like true sayings.
See now, how men lay blame upon us gods for what is after all nothing but their own folly.