The minds of the everlasting gods are not changed suddenly.
Think not to match yourself against the gods, for men that walk the earth cannot hold their own with the immortals.
The gods, likening themselves to all kinds of strangers, go in various disguises from city to city, observing the wrongdoing and the righteousness of men.
Beyond his strength no man can fight, although he be eager.
Wine can of their wits the wise beguile, Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, he rots away himself-more birds than women flocking round his body!