Wine lead to folly, making even the wise to laugh immoderately, to dance, and to utter what had better have been kept silent.
Always to be best, and distinguished above the rest.
To speak his thoughts is every freeman’s right, in peace and war, in council and in fight.
The sun rose on the flawless brimming sea into a sky all brazen-all one brightening for gods immortal and for mortal men on plowlands kind with grain.
Better to flee from death than feel its grip.
Better to live or die, once and for all, than die by inches.
By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent, and what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
It never was our guise to slight the poor, or aught humane despise.
Who love too much, hate in the like extreme.
For love deceives the best of woman kind.
Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing sooner than of war.
There is no greater fame for a man than that which he wins with his footwork or the skill of his hands.
A guest never forgets the host who has treated him kindly.
Nay if even in the house of Hades the dead forget their dead, yet will I even there be mindful of my dear comrade.
Still, we will let all this be a thing of the past, though it hurts us, and beat down by constraint the anger that rises inside us. Now I am making an end of my anger. It does not become me, unrelentingly to rage on.
Have patience, heart.
Too many kings can ruin an army.
Generations of men are like the leaves. In winter, winds blow them down to earth, but then, when spring season comes again, the budding wood grows more. And so with men: one generation grows, another dies away.
His native home deep imag’d in his soul.
See now, how men lay blame upon us gods for what is after all nothing but their own folly.