Alcaeus, fr.332 (L-P)

On the death of a tyrant.

νῦν χρῆ μεθύσθην καί τινα πὲρ βίαν
πώνην, ἐπεὶ δὴ κάτθανε Μύρσιλος.

Now one must get drunk and drink with all one’s might, since Myrsilus has died.

Alcaeus, fr. 364

ἀργάλεον Πενία κάκον ἄσχετον, ἂ μέγαν
δάμνα λᾶον Ἀμαχανίᾳ σὺν ἀδελφέα.

Poverty is a troublesome thing, an unmanageable evil; with her sister Hardship she subdues a great people.