For A Single Path Leads To The

Death Is Easier Than A Wretched Life; And Better Never To Have Born Than To Live And Fare Badly.

But Let The Good Prevail.

The Words Of Truth Are Simple.

Art Is Far Feebler Than Necessity.

Of All The Gods, Death Only Craves Not Gifts: Nor Sacrifice, Nor Yet Drink-offering Poured Avails; No Altars Hath He, Nor Is Soothed By Hymns Of Praise. From Him Alone Of All The Powers Of Heaven Persuasion Holds Aloof.