Not Two Strong Men The Enormous Weight

The Minds Of The Everlasting Gods Are Not Changed Suddenly.

Everything Flows And Nothing Stays.

It Never Was Our Guise To Slight The Poor, Or Aught Humane Despise.

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.

Why Have You Come To Me Here, Dear Heart, With All These Instructions? I Promise You I Will Do Everything Just As You Ask. But Come Closer. Let Us Give In To Grief, However Briefly, In Each Other's Arms.