Why have you come to me here, dear heart, with all these instructions? I promise you I will do everything just as you ask. But come closer. Let us give in to grief, however briefly, in each other's arms.
Wine gives strength to weary men.
It's man's to fight, but heaven's to give success.
'T is fortune gives us birth, But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.
By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent, and what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
All strangers and beggars are from Zeus, and a gift, though small, is precious.
Goddess-nurse of the young, give ear to my prayer, and grant that this woman may reject the love-embraces of youth and dote on grey-haired old men whose powers are dulled, but whose hearts still desire.
Nothing feebler than a man does the earth raise up, of all the things which breathe and move on the earth, for he believes that he will never suffer evil in the future, as long as the gods give him success and he flourishes in his strength; but when the blessed gods bring sorrows too to pass, even these he bears, against his will, with steadfast spirit, for the thoughts of earthly men are like the day which the father of gods and men brings upon them.
So it is that the gods do not give all men gifts of grace - neither good looks nor intelligence nor eloquence.
Wine give strenght to weary men. and And wine can of their wits the wise beguile. Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile. and Let those who drink not, but austerely dine, Dry up in law; the muses smell of wine. and No poem was ever written by a drinker of water. and Bacchus opens the gate of the heart. and Might to inspire new hopes and powerful To drown the bitterness of cares.
The gods give to mortals not everything at the same time.
The Lord gives and the Lord takes away, as it pleases him, for he can do all things.
Never to be cast away are the gifts of the gods, magnificent, which they give of their own will, no man could have them for wanting them.
Insignificant mortals, who are as leaves are, and now flourish and grow warm with life, and feed on what the ground gives, but then again fade away and are dead.
Who hearkens to the gods, the gods give ear.
The life, which others pay, let us bestow, And give to fame what we to nature owe.
Thus have the gods spun the thread for wretched mortals: that they live in grief while they themselves are without cares; for two jars stand on the floor of Zeus of the gifts which he gives, one of evils and another of blessings.
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