Light Is The Task Where Many Share

Restrain Yourself... And Gloat In Silence. I'll Have No Jubilation Here. It Is An Impious Thing To Exult Over The Slain.

Zeus It Seems Has Given Us From Youth To Old Age A Nice Ball Of Wool To Wind-nothing But Wars Upon Wars Until We Shall Perish Every One.

Light Is The Task Where Many Share The Toil.

Even Were Sleep Is Concerned, Too Much Is A Bad Thing.

All Strangers And Beggars Are From Zeus, And A Gift, Though Small, Is Precious.