Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another.
See now, how men lay blame upon us gods for what is after all nothing but their own folly.
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.
Do thou restrain the haughty spirit in thy breast, for better far is gentle courtesy.
There is not any advantage to be won from grim lamentation.
Not vain the weakest, if their force unite.