Why so much grief for me? No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate. And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you - it’s born with us the day that we are born.
Ah, beer, my one weakness. My Achille's heel, if you will.
Urge him with truth to frame his fair replies And sure he will for Wisdom never lies.
It was built against the will of the immortal gods, and so it did not last for long.
The natural thing, my lord, men and women joined.
For love deceives the best of woman kind.