Mobs in their emotions are much like children, subject to the same tantrums and fits of fury.

Those who have not, and live in want, are a menace, Ridden with envy and fooled by demagogues.

The gods have sent medicines for the venom of serpents, but there is no medicine for a bad woman. She is more noxious than the viper, or than fire itself.

Events will take their course, it is no good of being angry at them; he is happiest who wisely turns them to the best account.

tell me how does it feel with my teeth in your heart!

Lady, the sun's light to our eyes is dear, And fair the tranquil reaches of the sea, And flowery earth in May, and bounding waters; And so right many fair things I might praise; Yet nothing is so radiant and so fair As for souls childless, with desire sore-smitten, To see the light of babes about the house.

There is nothing like the sight of an old enemy down on his luck.