Whenever A Man Makes Haste,

Who Apart From The Gods Is Without Pain For His Whole Lifetime's Length?

For Sufferers It Is Sweet To Know Before-hand Clearly The Pain That Still Remains For Them.

On Me The Tempest Falls. It Does Not Make Me Tremble. O Holy Mother Earth, O Air And Sun, Behold Me. I Am Wronged.

There Is No Sickness Worse For Me Than Words That To Be Kind Must Lie.

Death Is Easier Than A Wretched Life; And Better Never To Have Born Than To Live And Fare Badly.