All men have need of the gods.
For too much rest becomes a pain.
Not vain the weakest, if their force unite.
There is nothing alive more agonized than man / of all that breathe and crawl across the earth.
There is satiety in all things, in sleep, and love-making, in the loveliness of singing and the innocent dance.
The difficulty is not so great to die for a friend, as to find a friend worth dying for.