Slow but sure moves the might of the gods. - Euripides

Do not grieve so much for a husband lost that it wastes away your life.

He is life's liberating force.
He is release of limbs and communion through dance.
He is laughter, and music in flutes.
He is repose from all cares — he is sleep!
When his blood bursts from the grape
and flows across tables laid in his honor
to fuse with our blood,
he gently, gradually, wraps us in shadows
of ivy-cool sleep.

O Zeus, perché hai dato ai mortali indizi chiari dell'oro che risulti falso, mentre nel corpo degli uomini non vi è impresso alcun segno con cui riconoscere il malvagio?