Let him submit to me! Only the god of death is so relentless, Death submits to no one—so mortals hate him most of all the gods. Let him bow down to me! I am the greater king, I am the elder-born, I claim—the greater man.

It is always the latest song that an audience applauds the most.

See now, how men lay blame upon us gods for what is after all nothing but their own folly.

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

Goddess of song, teach me the story of a hero.

It behooves a father to be blameless if he expects his child to be.

Pffft, English. Who needs that? I'm never going to England.