So it is that the gods do not give all men gifts of grace - neither good looks nor intelligence nor eloquence.
And woe succeeds woe.
Wine sets even a thoughtful man to singing, or sets him into softly laughing, sets him to dancing. Sometimes it tosses out a word that was better unspoken.
A woman is a lot like a refrigerator. Six feet tall, 300 pounds...it makes ice.
Whoever obeys the gods, to him they particularly listen.
By turns the nine delight to sing