The blade itself incites to deeds of violence.

Achilles absent was Achilles still!

down from his brow she ran his curls like thick hyacinth clusters full of blooms

All men owe honor to the poets - honor and awe; for they are dearest to the Muse who puts upon their lips the ways of life.

You never know when an old calendar might come in handy! Sure, it's not 1985 right now, but who knows what tomorrow will bring?

All things are in the hand of heaven, and Folly, eldest of Jove's daughters, shuts men's eyes to their destruction. She walks delicately, not on the solid earth, but hovers over the heads of men to make them stumble or to ensnare them.

For never, never, wicked man was wise.