The rest were vulgar deaths unknown to fame.
It is wrong to sorrow without ceasing.
Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe.
We men are wretched things.
But listen to me first and swear an oath to use all your eloquence and strength to look after me and protect me.
Among all men on the earth bards have a share of honor and reverence, because the muse has taught them songs and loves the race of bards.