Since luck's a nine days' wonder, wait their end.
To have found you is a dear happiness; and to be Apollo's son is beyond all my hopes; but there is something I want to say to you alone. Come; this is a private matter between us two - anything you tell me shall be as secret as the grave.
This is sweet to see your foe, perish and pay to justice all he owes.
The new-come stepmother hates the children born to a first wife.
If there are none [gods], All our toil is without meaning.
Bodies devoid of mind are as statues in the market place.