Bad Herdsmen Waste The Flocks Which Thou

Nay If Even In The House Of Hades The Dead Forget Their Dead, Yet Will I Even There Be Mindful Of My Dear Comrade.

[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.

Hunger Is Insolent, And Will Be Fed.

It Is Wrong To Sorrow Without Ceasing.

The Windy Satisfaction Of The Tongue.