There Is Nothing Worse For Mortals Than

Pffft, English. Who Needs That? I'm Never Going To England.

Who Hearkens To The Gods, The Gods Give Ear.

Jove Lifts The Golden Balances That Show The Fates Of Mortal Men, And Things Below.

I Should Rather Labor As Another's Serf, In The Home Of A Man Without Fortune, One Whose Livelihood Was Meager, Than Rule Over All The Departed Dead.

Young People Are Thoughtless As A Rule.