To Labour Is The Lot Of Man

Some Things You Will Think Of Yourself,...some Things God Will Put Into Your Mind

Short Is My Date, But Deathless My Renown.

You Will Certainly Not Be Able To Take The Lead In All Things Yourself, For To One Man A God Has Given Deeds Of War, And To Another The Dance, To Another Lyre And Song, And In Another Wide-sounding Zeus Puts A Good Mind.

Rather I'd Choose Laboriously To Bear A Weight Of Woes, And Breathe The Vital Air, A Slave To Some Poor Hind That Toils For Bread, Than Reign The Sceptred Monarch Of The Dead.

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