A man's homeland is wherever he prospers. |
By words the mind is winged. |
Evil events from evil causes spring. |
Full of wiles, full of guile, at all times, in all ways, Are the children of Men |
High thoughts must have high language. |
Hunger knows no friend but its feeder. |
Let each man exercise the art he knows. |
Men of sense often learn from their enemies. It is from their foes, not their friends, that cities learn the lesson of building high walls and ships of war . . . |
Open your mouth and shut your eyes and see what Zeus will send you. |
Quickly, bring me a beaker of wine, so that I may wet my mind and say something clever. |
Shall I crack any of those old jokes, master, At which the audience never fail to laugh? |
Shrines! Shrines! Surely you don't believe in the gods. What's your argument? Where's your proof? |
The wise learn many things from their enemies. |
These impossible women! How they do get around us! The poet was right: Can't live with them, or without them. |
This is what extremely grieves us, that a man who never fought. Should contrive our fees to pilfer, on who for his native land. Never to this day had oar, or lance, or blister in his hand. |