And now I’m using sarcasm, to confess the whole thing so later I could say I already told you.
Miserable mortals who like leaves at one moment flame with life eating the produce of the land and at another moment weakly perish.
It’s man’s to fight, but heaven’s to give success.
A sound mind in a manly body.
The natural thing, my lord, men and women joined.
True friends appear less moved than counterfeit.
Think not to match yourself against the gods, for men that walk the earth cannot hold their own with the immortals.
Here, therefore, huge and mighty warrior though you be, here shall you die.
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.