"Very like leaves upon this earth are the generations of men -- old leaves, cast on the ground by wind, young leaves the greening forest bears when spring comes in. So mortals pass; one generation flow…"

"For the winner a large tripod made to stride a fire / and worth a dozen oxen, so the soldiers reckoned. / For the loser he led a woman through their midst, / worth four, they thought, and skilled in m…"

"We men are wretched things."

"Hunger is insolent, and will be fed."

"So please go home and tend to your own tasks, / the distaff and the loom, and keep the women / working hard as well."