Zeus It Seems Has Given Us From

Toil Is The Lot Of All, And Bitter Woe The Fate Of Many.

Wine Can Of Their Wits The Wise Beguile, Make The Sage Frolic, And The Serious Smile

The Man Does Better Who Runs From Disaster Than He Who Is Caught By It.

Far From Me Be The Gift Of Bacchus--pernicious, Inflaming Wine, That Weakens Both Body And Mind.

And Overpowered By Memory Both Men Gave Way To Grief. Priam Wept Freely For Man - Killing Hector, Throbbing, Crouching Before Achilles' Feet As Achilles Wept Himself, Now For His Father, Now For Patroclus Once Again And Their Sobbing Rose And Fell Throughout The House.