Bronze Is The Mirror Of Form, Wine

It Is In The Character Of Very Few Men To Honor Without Envy A Friend Who Has Prospered.

Chorus: Zeus, Who Guided Men To Think Who Laid It Down That Wisdom Comes Alone Through Suffering. Still There Drips In Sleep Against The Heart Grief Of Memory; Against Our Pleasure We Are Temperate.

For A Murderous Blow Let Murderous Blow Atone.

It Is An Ill Thing To Be The First To Bring News Of Ill.

Destiny Waits Alike For The Free Man As Well As For Him Enslaved By Another's Might.