Light be the earth upon you, lightly rest.
Dishonor will not trouble me, once I am dead.
You were a stranger to sorrow: therefore Fate has cursed you.
A sweet thing, for whatever time, to revisit in dreams the dear dad we have lost.
A second wife is hateful to the children of the first; a viper is not more hateful.
I have found power in the mysteries of thought, exaltation in the changing of the Muses; I have been versed in the reasonings of men; but Fate is stronger than anything I have known.