Greek Epigram

Day and night are never weary,

Nor yet is God of creating

For day and night their torch-bearers

The aube and the crepuscule.

So, when I weary of praising the dawn and the sun-set,

Let me be no more counted among the immortals;

But number me amid the wearying ones,

Let me be a man as the herd,

And as the slave that is given in barter.