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

If one but tell a thing well, it moves on with undying voice, and over the fruitful earth and across the sea goes the bright gleam of noble deeds ever unquenchable.

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.

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

Skills vary with the man. We must tread a straight path and strive by that which is born in us.

Mankind is a dream of a shadow.

One race there is of men, one of gods, but from one mother we both draw our breath.