Necessity Is Stronger Far Than Art.

Yet Though A Man Gets Many Wounds In Breast, He Dieth Not, Unless The Appointed Time, The Limit Of His Life's Span, Coincide; Nor Does The Man Who By The Hearth At Home Sits Still, Escape The Doom That Fate Decrees.

God's Most Lordly Gift To Man Is Decency Of Mind.

Don't You Know This, That Words Are Doctors To A Diseased Temperment?

The Tongue Of Slander Is Too Prompt With Wanton Malice To Wound The Stranger.

Chorus: Zeus, Who Guided Men To Think Who Laid It Down That Wisdom Comes Alone Through Suffering. Still There Drips In Sleep Against The Heart Grief Of Memory; Against Our Pleasure We Are Temperate.