Age steals away all things, even the mind.
Uneven numbers are the gods' delight.
Better times perhaps await us who are now wretched
Time bears away all things.
Rumor goes forth at once, Rumor than whom No other speedier evil thing exists; She thrives by rapid movement, and acquires Strength as she goes; small at the first from fear, She presently uplifts herself aloft, And stalks upon the ground and hides her head Among the clouds.
They are able who think they are able.