The fox knows many things - the hedgehog, one big one
The fox has many tricks, and the hedgehog only one, but that is the best of all
Old women should not seek to be perfumed
And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Some Saian mountaineer Struts today with my shield. I threw it down by a bush and ran When the fighting got hot. Life seemed somehow more precious. It was a beautiful shield. I know where I can buy another Exactly like it, just as round.
Be bold! That's one way Of getting through life. So I turn upon her And point out that, Faced with the wickedness Of things, she does not shiver.
These golden matters Of Gyges and his treasuries Are no concern of mine. Jealousy has no power over me, Nor do I envy a god his work, And I do not burn to rule. Such things have no Fascination for my eyes.
I have a high art: I hurt with cruelty those who wound me.
Let who will boast their courage in the field, I find but little safety from my shield, Nature's, not honour's law we must obey: This made me cast my useless shield away.
You whom the soldiers beat, You who are all but dead, How the gods love you And I, alone in the dark, I was promised the light.
I know how to love those Who love me, how to hate.