The wine urges me on, the bewitching wine, which sets even a wise man to singing and to laughing gently and rouses him up to dance and brings forth words which were better unspoken.

Fear, O Achilles, the wrath of heaven; think on your own father and have compassion upon me, who am the more pitiable

Ruin, eldest daughter of Zeus, she blinds us all, that fatal madness—she with those delicate feet of hers, never touching the earth, gliding over the heads of men to trap us all. She entangles one man, now another.

There is not any advantage to be won from grim lamentation.

Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe.

Uncontrollable laughter arose among the blessed gods.

It is the bold man who every time does best, at home or abroad.