Oall the creatures that creep and breathe on earth, there is none more wretched than man.
What so tedious as a twice-told tale?
The minds of the everlasting gods are not changed suddenly.
Reproach is infinite, and knows no end So voluble a weapon is the tongue; Wounded, we wound; and neither side can fail For every man has equal strength to rail.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
It's disgraceful how these humans blame the gods. They say their tribulations come from us, when they themselves, through their own foolishness, bring hardships which are not decreed by Fate.