And what he greatly thought, he nobly dared.

Fate is the same for the man who holds back, the same if he fights hard. We are all held in a single honor, the brave with the weaklings. A man dies still if he has done nothing, as the one who has done much.

Goddess-nurse of the young, give ear to my prayer, and grant that this woman may reject the love-embraces of youth and dote on grey-haired old men whose powers are dulled, but whose hearts still desire.

Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.

They did not know her-gods are hard for mortals to recognize.

Not vain the weakest, if their force unite.

It's about time trees were good for something, instead of just standing there like jerks!