Look - can't you see? The more you kick against the pricks, the more you suffer. - Aeschylus

Chiar în vârtejul relelelor dați sufletelor voastre veselia cea de toate zilele, căci pentru morți belșugul aurului nu mai are preț.

Oh, the torment bred in the race,
the grinding scream of death
and the stroke that hits the vein,
the hemorrhage none can staunch, the grief,
the curse no man can bear.

But there is a cure in the house, and not outside it, no,
not from others but from them,
their bloody strife. We sing to you,
dark gods beneath the earth.

Now hear, you blissful powers underground — answer the call, send help.
Bless the children, give them triumph now.

Γίγνωσκε σαυτὸν καὶ μεθάρμοσαι τρόπους
νέους. νέος γὰρ καὶ τύραννος ἐν θεοῖς.