A sharp-tempered woman, or, for that matter, a man, Is easier to deal with than the clever type Who holds her tongue.
The ways of the gods are long, but in the end they are not without strength.
Those who have not, and live in want, are a menace, Ridden with envy and fooled by demagogues.
That glittering hope is immemorial and beckons many men to their undoing.
This is slavery, not to speak one's thought.
Fate finds for every man; his share of misery.