Death is easier than a wretched life; and better never to have born than to live and fare badly.

What good is it to live a life that brings pains?

Search well and be wise, nor believe that self-willed pride will ever be better than good counsel.

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.

There's nothing certain in a man's life except this: That he must lose it.

For it would be better to die once and for all than to suffer pain for all one's life.