I Detest The Man Who

[but] Age, The Common Enemy Of Mankind, Has Laid His Hand Upon You; Would That It Had Fallen Upon Some Other, And That You Were Still Young.

No Trust Is To Be Placed In Women.

For I Am Yearning To Visit The Limits Of The All-nurturing Earth, And Oceans, From Whom The Gods Are Sprung.

The Man Who Acts The Least, Upbraids The Most.

How Vain, Without The Merit, Is The Name.