A Decent Boldness Ever Meets

Why Have You Come To Me Here, Dear Heart, With All These Instructions? I Promise You I Will Do Everything Just As You Ask. But Come Closer. Let Us Give In To Grief, However Briefly, In Each Other's Arms.

The Gods Give To Mortals Not Everything At The Same Time.

It Is Wrong To Be Sorry Without Ceasing.

We Men Are Wretched Things.

I Should Rather Labor As Another's Serf, In The Home Of A Man Without Fortune, One Whose Livelihood Was Meager, Than Rule Over All The Departed Dead.