Why, you could wake up dead tomorrow

Never to be cast away are the gifts of the gods, magnificent, which they give of their own will, no man could have them for wanting them.

It's disgraceful how these humans blame the gods. They say their tribulations come from us, when they themselves, through their own foolishness, bring hardships which are not decreed by Fate.

The strong must protect the sweet.

All men have need of the gods.

He lives not long who battles with the immortals, nor do his children prattle about his knees when he has come back from battle and the dread fray.

Tell me, O Muse, of that ingenious hero who travelled far and wide after he had sacked the famous town of Troy.