There is nothing worse for mortals than a wandering life.
It's about time trees were good for something, instead of just standing there like jerks!
The sun rose on the flawless brimming sea into a sky all brazen-all one brightening for gods immortal and for mortal men on plowlands kind with grain.
It is equally offensive to speed a guest who would like to stay and to detain one who is anxious to leave.
There is not any advantage to be won from grim lamentation.
Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid.