If you are very valiant, it is a god, I think, who gave you this gift.
There is no fouler fiend than a woman when her mind is bent to evil.
Short is my date, but deathless my renown.
We are quick to flare up, we races of men on the earth.
Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,- Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; Another race the following spring supplies: They fall successive, and successive rise.
A young man is embarrassed to question an older one.