English poem
Nemea Vi, 1-13
One the race of men and of gods; And from one mother We all breathe. But quite different power Divides us, so that the one is nothing, But the brazen heaven remains always A secure abode. Yet in some respect we are related, Either in mighty mind or form, to the Immortals; Although not knowing To what resting-place, By day or night, Fate has written that we shall run.