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O mortal kind! O ye poor sons of grief! From such contentions and such sighings sprung!

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All things were tame, and gentle toward men, all beasts and birds, and friendship's flame blew fair.

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O well with him who hath secured his wealth of thoughts divine, O wretched he whose care is shadowy speculation on the gods!

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ὢ πόποι͵ ὢ δειλὸν θνητῶν γένος͵ ὢ δυσάνολβον͵ τοίων ἔκ τ΄ ἐρίδων ἔκ τε στοναχῶν ἐγένεσθε.  

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ἦσαν δὲ κτίλα πάντα καὶ ἀνθρώποισι προσηνῆ͵ θῆρές τ΄ οἰωνοί τε͵ φιλοφροσύνη τε δεδήει.

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ὄλβιος͵ ὃς θείων πραπίδων ἐκτήσατο πλοῦτον͵ δειλὸς δ΄͵ ὧι σκοτόεσσα θεῶν πέρι δόξα μέμηλεν.