All men have need of the gods.
There is not any advantage to be won from grim lamentation.
The long historian of my country's woes.
I, for one, know of no sweeter sight for a man's eyes than his own country.
In youth and beauty, wisdom is but rare!
The sun rose on the flawless brimming sea into a sky all brazen-all one brightening for gods immortal and for mortal men on plowlands kind with grain.