ὁρῶ γὰρ ἡμᾶς οὐδὲν ὄντας ἄλλο πλὴν, εἴδωλ‘ ὅσοιπερ ζῶμεν ἤ κούφην σκιάν

“Oblivion - what a blessing...for the mind to dwell a world away from pain.”

“Τοσαῦτά σ', ὦ Ζεῦ, προστρέπω· καλῶ δ' ἅμαπομπαῖον Ἑρμῆν χθόνιον εὖ με κοιμίσαι,…”

“And if to some my tale seems foolishness I am content that such could count me …”

“Best of children, sisters arm-in-arm, we must bear what the gods give us to bea…”