The Rest Were Vulgar Deaths Unknown To

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 Cover The Same Ground Again? ... It Goes Against My Grain To Repeat A Tale Told Once, And Told So Clearly.

The Charity That Is A Trifle To Us Can Be Precious To Others.

Short Is My Date, But Deathless My Renown.

A Small Rock Holds Back A Great Wave.