They did not know her-gods are hard for mortals to recognize.
Oh, everything looks bad if you remember it.
Oall the creatures that creep and breathe on earth, there is none more wretched than man.
And now I'm using sarcasm, to confess the whole thing so later I could say I already told you.
Men are so quick to blame the gods: they say that we devise their misery. But they themselves- in their depravity- design grief greater than the griefs that fate assigns.
Not two strong men the enormous weight could raise,- Such men as live in these degenerate days.