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.
Notes of joy blend with the tearful dirge When Apollo's voice rings forth, when with his golden plectrum He rouses rich music from his lute. I too will chant the praise Of one who has entered the night of the world below
Why should you feel anger at the world? As if the world would notice.
