Rock stars, is there anything they don't know?
There is satiety in all things, in sleep, and love-making, in the loveliness of singing and the innocent dance.
If you serve too many masters, you'll soon suffer.
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.
The gods give to mortals not everything at the same time.
Look now how mortals are blaming the gods, for they say that evils come from us, but in fact they themselves have woes beyond their share because of their own follies.