By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent, and what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
He knew how to say many false things that were like true sayings.
I'm satisfied. It's straight,...but it's just so hot, and I'm just so fraustrated.
It was built against the will of the immortal gods, and so it did not last for long.
Ah how shameless – the way these mortals blame the gods. From us alone they say come all their miseries yes but they themselves with their own reckless ways compound their pains beyond their proper share.
All right, let's not panic. I'll make the money by selling one of my livers. I can get by with one.