But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast, for gentle ways are best, and keep aloof from sharp contentions.

Among all men on the earth bards have a share of honor and reverence, because the muse has taught them songs and loves the race of bards.

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.

Thou shalt not take moochers into thy hut?

A generation of men is like a generation of leaves; the wind scatters some leaves upon the ground, while others the burgeoning wood brings forth - and the season of spring comes on. So of men one generation springs forth and another ceases.

All strangers and beggars are from Zeus, and a gift, though small, is precious.

Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.