All strangers and beggars are from Zeus, and a gift, though small, is precious.
I'm a Spalding Gray in a Rick Dees world.
He knew how to say many false things that were like true sayings.
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, he rots away himself-more birds than women flocking round his body!
No trust is to be placed in women.
Restrain yourself... and gloat in silence. I'll have no jubilation here. It is an impious thing to exult over the slain.