She spoke and loosened from her bosom the embroidered girdle of many colors into which all her allurements were fashioned. In it was love and int desire which steals the mind even of the wise.

Nothing in the world is so incontinent as a man's accursed appetite.

The long historian of my country's woes.

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.

If any man obeys the gods, they listen to him also.

There is nothing worse for mortals than a wandering life.

I discovered a meal between breakfast and brunch.