Again, a smooth answer, signifying nothing.
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.
Men make their choice: one man honors one God, and one another.
Why do we make so much of knowledge, struggle so hard to get some little skill not worth the effort?
Luckier than one's neighbor, but still not happy.
Give a wise man an honest brief to plead and his eloquence is no remarkable achievement.