And not a man appears to tell their fate.
It is wrong to be sorry without ceasing.
Oh, everything looks bad if you remember it.
It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize, And to be swift is less than to be wise.
Few sons are equal to their fathers; most fall short, all too few surpass them.
A generation of men is like a generation of leaves; the wind scatters some leaves upon the ground, while others the burgeoning wood brings forth - and the season of spring comes on. So of men one generation springs forth and another ceases.