All men have need of the gods.

It is equally bad when one speeds on the guest unwilling to go, and when he holds back one who is hastening. Rather one should befriend the guest who is there, but speed him when he wishes.

She threw into the wine which they were drinking a drug which takes away grief and passion and brings forgetfulness of all ills

Whatever day Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.

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.

Whenever a man is tired, wine is a great restorer of strength.

We are quick to flare up, we races of men on the earth.