Ill fares the State where many masters rule; let one be lord, one king supreme.

It is entirely seemly for a young man killed in battle to lie mangled by the bronze spear. In his death all things appear fair.

The man who acts the least, upbraids the most.

'T is fortune gives us birth, But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.

And for yourself, may the gods grant you your heart's desire, a husband and a home, and the blessing of a harmonious life. For nothing is greater or finer than this, when a man and woman live together with one hear and mind, bringing joy to their friends and grief to their foes.

Young men's minds are always changeable, but when an old man is concerned in a matter, he looks both before and after.

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.