“Whatever fate ordains, danger or hurt, or death predetermined, nothing can avert.”

“Whatever fate ordains, danger or hurt, or death predetermined, nothing can avert.”

“I heard the voice of that bird, son of Polypas, whose piercing outcryand whose arrival announces to men the season when fieldsare plowed, and the voice of her broke the heart that darkens within me,since other men posess my flourishing acres now,and not for me are the mules dragging the plow through the grainland,since I have given my heart to the restless seafarer's life.”