So Peaceful Shalt Thou End Thy Blissful

A Generation Of Men Is Like A Generation Of Leaves; The Wind Scatters Some Leaves Upon The Ground, While Others The Burgeoning Wood Brings Forth - And The Season Of Spring Comes On. So Of Men One Generation Springs Forth And Another Ceases.

The Minds Of The Everlasting Gods Are Not Changed Suddenly.

't Is Fortune Gives Us Birth, But Jove Alone Endues The Soul With Worth.

What Mighty Woes To Thy Imperial Race From Woman Rose.

Wide-sounding Zeus Takes Away Half A Man's Worth On The Day When Slavery Comes Upon Him.