War is sweet to them that know it not.
Water is best, but gold shines like fire blazing in the night, supreme of lordly wealth.
One race there is of men, one of gods, but from one mother we both draw our breath.
Men are the dreams of a shadow.
He is gifted with genius who knoweth much by natural inspiration.
The race of gods and men is one, and from one mother we both draw our breath. Yet all the difference in our power holds us apart, so that man is nothing, but the brazen floor of heaven is eternally unshakable.