Among all men on the earth bards have a share of honor and reverence, because the muse has taught them songs and loves the race of bards.

Evil deeds do not prosper; the slow man catches up with the swift.

So it is that the gods do not give all men gifts of grace – neither good looks nor intelligence nor eloquence.

We are quick to flare up, we races of men on the earth.

All strangers and beggars are from Zeus, and a gift, though small, is precious.

May the gods grant you all things which your heart desires, and may they give you a husband and a home and gracious concord, for there is nothing greater and better than this -when a husband and wife keep a household in oneness of mind, a great woe to their

A small rock holds back a great wave.

The minds of the everlasting gods are not changed suddenly.