Life grants nothing to us mortals without hard work.
For, once begun, Your task is easy; half the work is done.
The changing year's successive plan Proclaims mortality to man.
Glory drags all men along, low as well as high, bound captive at the wheels of her glittering car.
Many brave men lived before Agamemnon; but, all unwept and unknown, are lost in the distant night, since they are without a divine poet (to chronicle their deeds).
Mighty to inspire new hopes, and able to drown the bitterness of cares.