Insignificant mortals, who are as leaves are, and now flourish and grow warm with life, and feed on what the ground gives, but then again fade away and are dead.
Each man delights in the work that suits him best.
Once harm has been done, even a fool understands it.
It is equally offensive to speed a guest who would like to stay and to detain one who is anxious to leave.
Being popular is the most important thing in the world!
Is he not sacred, even to the gods, the wandering man who comes in weariness?