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.
What greater grief than the loss of one's native land.
Danger gleams like sunshine to a brave man's eyes.
courage is the gift of character
This is slavery, not to speak one's thought.
High honors are sweet To a man's heart, but ever They stand close to the brink of grief.