Sweet sleep fell upon his eyelids, unwakeful, most pleasant, the nearest like death.

The Lord gives and the Lord takes away, as it pleases him, for he can do all things.

All men have need of the gods.

I'm satisfied. It's straight,...but it's just so hot, and I'm just so fraustrated.

There is a fullness of all things, even of sleep and love.

And not a man appears to tell their fate.

Look now how mortals are blaming the gods, for they say that evils come from us, but in fact they themselves have woes beyond their share because of their own follies.