A small rock holds back a great wave.
Even his griefs are a joy long after to one that remembers all that he wrought and endured.
Immortals are never alien to one another.
Tell me, O muse, of travellers far and wide.
All men owe honor to the poets – honor and awe; for they are dearest to the Muse who puts upon their lips the ways of life.
Ah how shameless – the way these mortals blame the gods. From us alone they say come all their miseries yes but they themselves with their own reckless ways compound their pains beyond their proper share.
The journey is the thing.
If you serve too many masters, you’ll soon suffer.
Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspired.
To have a great man for an intimate friend seems pleasant to those who have never tried it; those who have, fear it.
How vain, without the merit, is the name.
Hunger is insolent, and will be fed.
Two urns on Jove’s high throne have ever stood, the source of evil one, and one of good; from thence the cup of mortal man he fills, blessings to these, to those distributes ills; to most he mingles both.
Aries in his many fits knows no favorites.
All things are in the hand of heaven, and Folly, eldest of Jove’s daughters, shuts men’s eyes to their destruction. She walks delicately, not on the solid earth, but hovers over the heads of men to make them stumble or to ensnare them.
I have no interest at all in food and drink, but only in slaughter and blood and the agonized groans of mangled men.
Do not beg me by knees or by parents you dog! I only wish I were savagely wrathful enough to hack up your corpse and eat it raw.
Is he not sacred, even to the gods, the wandering man who comes in weariness?
They did not know her-gods are hard for mortals to recognize.
You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, you’d run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combat – coward!