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.

Wrapt up in error is the human mind, And human bliss is ever insecure; Know we what fortune yet remains behind? Know we how long the present shall endure?

Water is best, but gold shines like fire blazing in the night, supreme of lordly wealth.

May God grant me love for that which has splendor; but in this time of my life let me strive for attainable things.

Water is the best of all things.

O my soul, do not aspire to immortal life, but exhaust the limits of the possible.