Mother of the Sun, Theia of many names, for your sake men honor gold as more powerful than anything else; and through the value you bestow on them, o queen, ships contending on the sea and yoked teams of horses in swift-whirling contests become marvels.

Mankind is a dream of a shadow.

Success for the striven washes away the effort of striving.

Even now I am full of hope, but the end lies in God.

Men are the dreams of a shadow.

Creatures of a day, what is any one? What is he not? Man is but a dream of a shadow. Yet when there comes as a gift of heaven a gleam of sunshine, there rest upon men a radiant light and, aye, a gentle life.

The days that are still to come are the wisest witnesses.