Ruin, eldest daughter of Zeus, she blinds us all, that fatal madness—she with those delicate feet of hers, never touching the earth, gliding over the heads of men to trap us all. She entangles one man, now another.
Wide-sounding Zeus takes away half a man's worth on the day when slavery comes upon him.
The outcome of the war is in our hands; the outcome of words is in the council.
No man or woman born, coward or brave, can shun his destiny.
Too many kings can ruin an army
For I am yearning to visit the limits of the all-nurturing Earth, and Oceans, from whom the gods are sprung.