Restrain yourself... and gloat in silence. I'll have no jubilation here. It is an impious thing to exult over the slain.
By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent, and what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
We all scribble poetry.
Without TV, it's hard to know when one day ends and another begins.
Not at all similar are the race of the immortal gods and the race of men who walk upon the earth.
The persuasion of a friend is a strong thing.