For It Would Be Better To Die

For Mortal Kind Taketh Thought Only For The Day, And Hath No More Surety Than The Shadow Of Smoke.

Only One Accomplishment Is Beyond Both The Power And The Mercy Of The Gods. They Cannot Make The Past As Though It Had Never Been.

For Wherein Is Life Sweet To Him Who Suffers Grief?

To Be Fortunate Is God, And More Than God To Mortals.

But From The Good Health Of The Mind Comes That Which Is Dear To All And The Object Of Prayer-happiness.