There is a fullness of all things, even of sleep and love.
Do thou restrain the haughty spirit in thy breast, for better far is gentle courtesy.
And now I'm using sarcasm, to confess the whole thing so later I could say I already told you.
Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.
Thus have the gods spun the thread for wretched mortals: that they live in grief while they themselves are without cares; for two jars stand on the floor of Zeus of the gifts which he gives, one of evils and another of blessings.
A councilor ought not to sleep the whole night through, a man to whom the populace is entrusted, and who has many responsibilities.