Even when someone battles hard, there is an equal portion for one who lingers behind, and in the same honor are held both the coward and the brave man; the idle man and he who has done much meet death alike.

Zeus it seems has given us from youth to old age a nice ball of wool to wind-nothing but wars upon wars until we shall perish every one.

They did not know her-gods are hard for mortals to recognize.

Forgetful youth! but know, the Power above With ease can save each object of his love; Wide as his will extends his boundless grace.

There is nothing worse for mortals than a wandering life.

Do not beg me by knees or by parents you dog! I only wish I were savagely wrathful enough to hack up your corpse and eat it raw

youth is quick in feeling but weak in judgement.