We got a little rule back home: If it's brown, drink it down. If it's black, send it back.
I too shall lie in the dust when I am dead, but now let me win noble renown.
The Grecian ladies counted their age from their marriage, not their birth.
Pffft, English. Who needs that? I'm never going to England.
But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast, for gentle ways are best, and keep aloof from sharp contentions.
Look now how mortals are blaming the gods, for they say that evils come from us, but in fact they themselves have woes beyond their share because of their own follies.