I discovered a meal between breakfast and brunch.
Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.
Being eaten by a crocodile is just like going to sleep...in a giant blender.
The natural thing, my lord, men and women joined.
You will certainly not be able to take the lead in all things yourself, for to one man a god has given deeds of war, and to another the dance, to another lyre and song, and in another wide-sounding Zeus puts a good mind.
Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men. Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the living timber bursts with the new buds and spring comes round again. And so with men: as one generation comes to life, another dies away.