Miserable mortals who like leaves at one moment flame with life eating the produce of the land and at another moment weakly perish.

For rarely are sons similar to their fathers: most are worse, and a few are better than their fathers.

In youth and beauty, wisdom is but rare!

Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe.

Be both a speaker of words and a doer of deeds.

Goddess-nurse of the young, give ear to my prayer, and grant that this woman may reject the love-embraces of youth and dote on grey-haired old men whose powers are dulled, but whose hearts still desire.

These nights are endless, and a man can sleep through them, or he can enjoy listening to stories, and you have no need to go to bed before it is time. Too much sleep is only a bore. And of the others, any one whose heart and spirit urge him can go outside and sleep, and then, when the dawn shows, breakfast first, then go out to tend the swine of our master. But we two, sitting here in the shelter, eating and drinking, shall entertain each other remembering and retelling our sad sorrows. For afterwards a man who has suffered much and wandered much has pleasure out of his sorrows.