Why have you come to me here, dear heart, with all these instructions? I promise you I will do everything just as you ask. But come closer. Let us give in to grief, however briefly, in each other's arms.

How delicate her feet who shuns the ground, Stepping a-tiptoe on the heads of men.

Pray, for all men need the aid of the gods.

Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,- Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; Another race the following spring supplies: They fall successive, and successive rise.

Whenever a man is tired, wine is a great restorer of strength.

From now on walking is my beer and feeling good is my hangover.

The blade itself incites to deeds of violence.