Trying Is The First Step Toward Failure.

I Too Shall Lie In The Dust When I Am Dead, But Now Let Me Win Noble Renown.

One Man Is A Splendid Fighter -- A God Has Made Him So -- One's A Dancer, Another Skilled At Lyre And Song, And Deep In The Next Man's Chest Farseeing Zeus Plants The Gift Of Judgment, Good Clear Sense. And Many Reap The Benefits Of That Treasure.

Like Leaves On Trees The Race Of Man Is Found,- Now Green In Youth, Now Withering On The Ground; Another Race The Following Spring Supplies: They Fall Successive, And Successive Rise.

Tell Me, O Muse, Of Travellers Far And Wide

To Labour Is The Lot Of Man Below; And When Jove Gave Us Life, He Gave Us Woe.