Look now how mortals are blaming the gods, for they say that evils come from us, but in fact they themselves have woes beyond their share because of their own follies.

Come then, put away your sword in its sheath, and let us two go up into my bed so that, lying together in the bed of love, we may then have faith and trust in each other.

Look now how mortals are blaming the gods, for they say that evils come from us, but in fact they themselves have woes beyond their share because of their own follies.

Have patience, heart.

How vain, without the merit, is the name.

Tell me, O Muse, of that ingenious hero who travelled far and wide after he had sacked the famous town of Troy.

By hook or by crook this peril too shall be something that we remember