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.

Open your mouth and shut your eyes and see what Zeus will send you.

A man's homeland is wherever he prospers.

First listen, my friend, and then you may shriek and bluster.

Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must travel in the steps they trod.

To win the people, always cook them some savoury that pleases them.

Have you ever, looking up, seen a cloud like to a Centaur, a Part, or a Wolf, or a Bull?