And Not A Man Appears To Tell

See Now, How Men Lay Blame Upon Us Gods For What Is After All Nothing But Their Own Folly.

Thou Wilt Lament Hereafter, When The Evil Shall Be Done And Shall Admit No Cure.

There Is No Greater Fame For A Man Than That Which He Wins With His Footwork Or The Skill Of His Hands.

Thus Have The Gods Spun The Thread For Wretched Mortals: That They Live In Grief While They Themselves Are Without Cares; For Two Jars Stand On The Floor Of Zeus Of The Gifts Which He Gives, One Of Evils And Another Of Blessings.

Steel Itself Oft Lures A Man To Fight.