Why cover the same ground again? ... It goes against my grain to repeat a tale told once, and told so clearly.
Nobody gets into heaven without a glowstick.
Reproach is infinite, and knows no end.
Thus have the gods spun the thread for wretched mortals: that they live in grief while they themselves are without cares; for two jars stand on the floor of Zeus of the gifts which he gives, one of evils and another of blessings.
Who love too much, hate in the like extreme.
Go on with a spirit that fears nothing.