Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.
Thou knowst the oer-eager vehemence of youth,How quick in temper, and in judgement weak.
There is nothing worse for mortals than a wandering life.
The windy satisfaction of the tongue.
Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspired.
Think not to match yourself against the gods, for men that walk the earth cannot hold their own with the immortals.