Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe.
Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.
Do thou restrain the haughty spirit in thy breast, for better far is gentle courtesy.
Miserable mortals who like leaves at one moment flame with life eating the produce of the land and at another moment weakly perish.
He lives not long who battles with the immortals, nor do his children prattle about his knees when he has come back from battle and the dread fray.
Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men. Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the living timber bursts with the new buds and spring comes round again. And so with men: as one generation comes to life, another dies away.