There Is Nothing Worse For Mortals Than

Our Fruitless Labours Mourn, And Only Rich In Barren Fame Return.

Earth Sounds My Wisdom, And High Heaven My Fame.

If You Are Very Valiant, It Is A God, I Think, Who Gave You This Gift.

For I Am Yearning To Visit The Limits Of The All-nurturing Earth, And Oceans, From Whom The Gods Are Sprung.

What So Tedious As A Twice-told Tale?