To make wail and lament for one's ill fortune, when one will win a tear from the audience, is well worthwhile.
Bonds and the pangs of hunger are excellent prophet doctors for the wits.
When a man takes the road to destruction, the gods help him along.
On me the tempest falls. It does not make me tremble. O holy Mother Earth, O air and sun, behold me. I am wronged.
There is no sickness worse for me than words that to be kind must lie.
Overly persuasive a woman's ordinance spreads far, traveling fast; but fast dying a rumor voiced by a woman perishes.