Such is the life of man, nor wholly blest, Nor wholly wretched; on her votaries Fortune now smiles, then frowns. Since our prosperity Is thus unstable, is not an exemption From grief the greatest pleasure life can yield? [τοιόσδε ϑνητῶν τῶν ταλαιπώρων βίος' οὔτ᾽ εὐτυχεῖ τὸ πάμπαν οὔτε δυστυχεῖ, εὐδαιμονεῖ…